From now on, Li Shuishan will call the storyteller Mr.

In his mind, the storyteller is not simply a person who knows a lot and has traveled thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but also a Taoist with feelings.

And he is also a young boy who followed him into the capital.

After Li Shuishan buried the three corpses, he looked back at the dark night. Halfway through the night, there was not a decent tombstone erected in front of the grave, what was the tombstone called? Or was it directly Xiaoyun? He would not do this, but just erected it with a wooden plank in front of the door, stopped his movements, and muttered:

"Sometimes everything that happens is not perfect, hate, and love, but why is that?"

In confusion, he took out the short sword again, rubbed it carefully with his hand, and saw clearly the exquisite pattern on it, the peony is auspicious, a symbol of happiness and peace. If it weren't for the fact that this sword had traces of killing a woman, he wouldn't have held it in his hand.

"Maybe it wasn't just one person who killed the woman, but many. He didn't hear the woman speak, only that she didn't want to think further about the pain of that time. Because if you see her sore spot clearly, there will be no more than a request, "Then take the woman on the road with you, maybe the gentleman will find a way to take her with you." ”

Li Shuishan muttered.

He touched the short sword, there was a trace of cold aura on it, and when his fingers touched, it shook his palm and passed into his blood.

"This should be a good sword, and it's not a short year. ”

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in the house.

The storyteller had fallen asleep again, and it had been only five or six hours since the sky had brightened.

He tucked the short sword in his sleeve and said to the woman in the painting, "At dawn, we will go to Clear Water City, and there may be people in the city as you think, there are still people you don't want to see." But if you want to join me, do this. Don't show your figure anymore, and I don't know if there are any Taoists who may have accepted you. ”

There is no sound response in the painting.

He said to the storyteller, "Sir, can you let him go to Qingshui City with us?"

The storyteller nodded and said, "As long as he doesn't leave the scroll, there won't be any problems." Will she take it away?"

This sentence stumped Li Shuishan, and he looked at the beautiful woman in the picture.

The woman appeared and said:

"Everyone who hears the word. ”

At dawn, I heard the storyteller walking. He wiped the long sword with a green cloth, and his hands were a little itchy, so he moved his mind and lifted the sword.

In such an early morning, the cold hit, and the sword in his hand was like a touch of light under the moon, which was not enough to show the majesty of the sword in front of the storyteller, and there was a hint of rout in the weak. But the sword changes from time to time, for a while, like a quiet lake, in the breeze blowing across the water, so that Li Shuishan feels a little more lightly dyed, like the wind and the moon are quiet; for a while, like the noisy rain, the thunder lingers, rushing towards the vitality of all things, and it comes out.

The storyteller gave the sword life and roamed around him. He slapped the blade of the sword, and the sword bounced in the air, blowing away the falling leaves around it.

He remembered that the storyteller had come out last night, and what was it for?

"Sir, what did you go out to hunt down last night?"

The storyteller shook his head and didn't answer.

Looking at Li Shuishan in this way, he is a little stubborn, like a child who has not grown up. If you look closely, it really is.

"That's what you see, when you hold this sword, you will feel differently, maybe you can really try, you can overcome the fear in your heart. ”

Li Shuishan shook his head and said, "I don't know why I'm a little timid about this sword, and I don't even want to look at him." ”

The storyteller was really puzzled, but he couldn't read his mind.

"Your personality is as much timid as I used to be, and you are reluctant to try what you are afraid of. If you didn't have it, would you accept any other sword?" the storyteller said.

"Yes. Li Shuishan said.

"Just like the short sword I pulled out last night, I will use this sword to end the resentment in the woman's heart, and the first step I want to become a Taoist. ”

He shook his head, apparently none of these were the answers the storyteller wanted.

On the bookshelf on the ground, there were still many books he hadn't finished reading, and he took a few looks.

The storyteller didn't ask him, and went on the road hungry.

The cat lay on his bookshelf, yawning, and his words were scarce, and he was tired.

After walking less than two miles, I saw a young man in a straw coat, dragging an old man to prepare to enter the water, which was just a small lake. This place is also a little cold, and looking at some damp marks on the ground, you know that there is an autumn rain. Li Shuishan wore an extra green shirt inside, and his heart was much more down-to-earth.

And the storyteller looked cold at all, and he still laughed at Li Shuishan's behavior.

The autumn wind blowing up the lake blew away the weeping willows on the edge of the lake, and fell into the lake like yellow seeds. Thinking about the stone bench by the lake, there is still a couple of men and women, the two are affectionate, but the woman in red holds an oil-paper umbrella in her hand and puts it at her feet. The man's eyes were on the woman's palm, and he stared silently at the boat in the lake.

Li Shuishan looked at the oil-paper umbrella tied next to his bookshelf, and felt a little inexplicably sad.

In a small boat in the small lake, the old man who was holding the boat, when he saw the two coming, shouted:

"The ship's family carries passengers, and does not take money. ”

"Don't take money?"

"How can there be such a good thing? Remember that you can walk, I don't know how far you will be to Qingshui City?" asked Li Shuishan.

"Yes. The old man holding the boat said.

"This ship is a mandarin duck ship, which coincided with heavy rain and strong winds, and destroyed one. The lone boat is also up to time and does not have to carry passengers. This is also the last trip of the old slave. If Mr. doesn't take a boat, he can go to Qingshui City even if he walks a few more miles. ”

The storyteller nodded and followed Li Shuishan to the boat.

The boat is damaged by wind and rain, some are dilapidated, and there are a few more banana leaves in the wooden house inside, and guests who are afraid of rain can keep out the rain.

The old man who rocked the boat said with a smile: "Originally, I didn't want to help people cross the water today, so I repaired it, and this small boat was left in the lake for those couples who were in love to row in the lake by themselves." But I can't help but want to take passengers for another day, I can't be idle, if I don't have this time, I don't know what to do when I go home?"

"The old man can grow flowers and go fishing. It's also a day of leisure. ”

The old man holding the boat had a dull expression, and he was not interested in what Li Shuishan said about most of the rich and noble people, so he shook his head and was in a much lower mood.

The two of them sat in a rocking boat, swaying with the wind. Li Shuishan took advantage of his mind and asked:

"The city is called Qingshui City, how are the people inside?"

"People, how friendly. Most of the guests are from a big city across the mountain. ”

"Oh?" Li Shuishan agreed.

"What is the name of the big city across the mountain?"

The old man holding the boat shook his head, he didn't know.

"The big city is nameless, and I know that there are often extraordinary people in it. The wrist strength is very great, and the people who can close a city can be held with thousands of arm strength, and they can break through the mountains and seas. "The old man who holds the boat is like a storyteller, and there is a wonderful thing about complimenting. He glanced back at the storyteller and said with a sullen smile:

"This big city is really so magical, so how is it compared to the capital?"

The old man who was holding the boat waved the oars in his hand and said, "The old slave has never been there, he just said that it was good, but he didn't know what was good." I don't eat as much as an old man like me, and I have a pleasant stomach with coarse tea and light rice, and I drink the water of a small lake, which is clean and cool. ”

Li Shuishan couldn't help but praise a few words and said: "This makes sense. ”

"What I eat is a lot of weak tea and coarse water, and only I know the goods in my stomach. When delicate things are eaten in the belly, only the stomach and intestines may not be able to stand it. ”

The old man saw that what he said was right, and he had the strength to support the boat.

When the boat came to the shore, there was another thin willow on the shore, all of which were broken and cut off by the sword, and the weather was slightly cold, so it shrank into a sick appearance, and I knew that it would not survive this winter.

The old man who was holding the boat was kind enough to let them just take an inch from the shore and stretch out their feet to step over. Waiting for us all to go ashore, he smiled and went back.

This time, this familiar face will never be seen in this place again.

The storyteller was a little embarrassed to see that the two were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years. After all, it is the first time to walk out of Taiping Town, and it is a thank you to have such a situation. Even if they come once, it doesn't matter if they drink on the boat, it's just that they are a little redundant.

He looked at the cat, who was sleeping so well that he didn't hear the two of them speak.

"Gone. "The storyteller is humane.

Qingshui City is not as quiet as Taiping Town, and there are many people, but there is not so much curiosity about visitors from other places.

An old man with a sword on his back, and a young man with a bookshelf behind him.

The wind blew on the robe, and at first glance, it was a scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam, so he followed the old man on the road. A group of people who are knowledgeable will come here and ask a few words: "Young man, but I went to Beijing to take the exam." ”

Li Shuishan shook his head.

"That's fine. "Leave with a hint of ghosts.

The storyteller asked, "How do you answer no?

Li Shuishan said: "I have the heart to take the test, but I don't have the strength to take the test." I didn't go to the academy, and I got the ability from there. ”

The storyteller walked in front of him and said: "Your state of mind can be tested, but I don't know that Chu Shuiguo's examination of knowledge may not exceed your ability." It's just that there are some things in books that you don't know. These are just small things. ”

"Little things?" he didn't believe it, how could this official be able to say it at will.

is like Fan Yuan, who walked out of Taiping Town, and now he has become an official, and he still doesn't know how he is doing, and there are still one or two stories to tell. One has the ability to learn, perseverance, and the other is lucky, and one step to heaven.

He knows that he is still inferior to others in many aspects, and if he goes out with his own heart, he will be ridiculed by others.

It's because he's too young to have the experience of walking.

But there are some things that others can't understand, but you have to spend it on your own, and find like-minded people to discuss it together.

The storyteller doesn't think of that, because he's a much more mysterious being.