When they are the most proud in their lives, many people will forget a true truth, and this is also a good time for others to be proud.

Because everyone needs to live in a group of people, he can't just live alone and lonely.

Of course, there are some people in this world, so they indifferently tell others that they have seen through the red dust, but looking at his surroundings, he is also inseparable from others.

So there is always a group of people who have seen through the red dust, gathering together and desperately telling the story of their own red dust.

People who share the same fate are huddled together, and they are also talking about looking down on the world, and they don't feel at all that what they have done has not yet gotten rid of the troubles of the world.

It's autumn.

Autumn is the harvest season, and there are many things to do during the harvest season, of course, not only to harvest the rice you grow, but also to pick oranges at this time.

The person who picks oranges should only need to carry a basket in his hand, and the person Li Qing saw not carrying a basket in his hand, but it immediately reminded him of Granny Meng who sold embroidered shoes in the dark.

Granny Meng's embroidered shoes are very red, and the ends of the shoes are embroidered with beautiful peony flowers.

It's a pity that the peony flowers will bloom beautifully next year, but Granny Meng, who likes to sell shoes, can no longer do it.

Granny Meng is dead, and the dead will definitely not be able to do it.

Li Qing really didn't believe that this was a matter at the beginning, but the facts are your facts, and no one can impose changes on a fact that has already happened.

The woman who appeared in front of Li Qing was a woman as old as Granny Meng, she was dressed as a nun, sitting on the side of the mountain road, with a basket of golden oranges beside her.

Li Qing stopped his own steps, and when he met such a person, smart people would stop their steps, because this was in the mountains.

Nuns should live in the mountains, and there shouldn't be anything strange about meeting nuns in the mountains, but Li Qing doesn't think so, such an old nun is at least a host in the nunnery.

And she should also be holding a handful of Buddha dust in her hand, but Li Qing didn't see it, but there was a sword diagonally stuck in her bamboo basket, a sword that seemed to be very ordinary.

As long as it is a sword, it can kill, but at this moment, Li Qing is not curious about her sword, but her shouting, this nun is actually sitting in this deep mountain road selling oranges alone.

Seeing that Li Qing stopped, the old nun opened her mouth and shouted: "Sell oranges, sweet and sour kumquats." ”

Strange shouting, Li Qing just smiled, no squeak.

"Donor, do you want to buy my oranges?" the old nun did not look up, her eyes looked at her oranges.

"Are the master's oranges sweet or sour?" the shouting made Li Qingben not want to speak.

It is strange enough for a woman of this age to stay alone here selling oranges, and her shouting that her oranges are sour and sweet, isn't it even more strange?

The old nun still didn't raise her head, and said lightly, "If you eat an orange in your mouth, if your heart is happy, of course it is sweet, and if your heart is full of pain, no matter how sweet the orange is, it will be sour." ”

Li Qing admits that this sentence is very reasonable and undeniable.

"The donor wants to go into the valley?" Sitting on a stone beside the mountain road, the old nun suddenly raised her head and looked at Li Qing coldly, her old face with the wrinkles left by the years.

"Yes. Li Qing replied.

"You must be very good at what you can do to be here. The nun said.

"The master has won the prize. Li Qing said leisurely.

"You can break through the pass guarded by the two protectors of Lan and Feng, and your ability is naturally not small. The female nun looked at Li Qing and slowly stood up, Li Qing saw that although she was old, her waist was very straight.

It turned out that the two women guarding the mountain road were the protectors of the Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley, and Li Qing found that they did not deliberately stop him, and they seemed to guess in their hearts that they were coming.

The only person who knew that he was coming was Shangguan Di, a woman who liked to pretend to be a man.

Women who like to deliberately pretend to be men generally hate real men, and their hearts are always possessed by arrogance all their lives, and they can't use plainness to see every man they see.

Therefore, stubbornness and arrogance are a common problem of women.

The old nun in front of her, Li Qing had never seen it, but the coldness she revealed made the people who walked into her suddenly feel that the years had already broken her heart.

But one thing is definitely different.

To be able to maintain such a strong body in this valley, this person must have a deep cultivation, Li Qing will definitely not underestimate such a person, their old appearance cannot hide their true strength.

The female nun bent down and took out an orange from the basket, slowly peeled the orange peel, and a sweet and sour taste wafted into Li Qing's nose.

A white hand carefully took off a petal of orange, put it in front of her nose and smelled it, and suddenly asked, "Li Qing, Young Master Li?"

"Yes. Li Qing did not hesitate, he looked at the hands that peeled oranges, these hands were very well maintained.

But I was unnaturally surprised that this nun actually knew her name.

"You should have a sword in your hand, your sword is the fastest in the world?" the nun lowered her head and looked at her own hand.

"Not necessarily the fastest. Li Qingdao.

"I also have a sword, and this sword has killed many people who want to go into the valley. The nun laughed, and the laughter was particularly cold.

"I don't see that. Li Qingdao.

"Of course you can't see it. The old nun said.

"Why?" asked Li Qingcha.

"Because the truth is simple, the dead see nothing. Li Qing's hand rubbed his nose, he didn't like this sentence, because this sentence itself carried a kind of cruelty.

"Of course, there are people who make it out alive. The old nun turned into a sinister smile.

"Who is it?" Li Qing wanted to guess.

"If a man eats this basket of oranges and leaves the sword in his hand, he will live. The old nun's words made Li Qing's stomach immediately start to sour.

Thinking of the scene when he sat alone on the side of the mountain road and ate a basket of oranges in desperation, Li Qing felt that he wanted to vomit, but he held himself back.

"It's not a good condition at all. Li Qing said lightly.

"But at least I'm alive. The old nun said.

"People who live like this may never want to see oranges again for the rest of their lives. Li Qing sighed gloomily.

The mountain road became quiet in an instant, and the cool, dry mountain breeze filled with the smell of oranges.

If it just tastes like oranges, Li Qing doesn't care, its sour gravy can not only relieve the anger in his heart, but also make his drunken head sober.

"Deadly sword. The old nun put down the orange and took out the ordinary-looking sword from the basket.

Li Qing seemed to have no idea at all, and when he heard these three words, he was slightly stunned. After a long time, he said slowly, "I know this person. ”

"His sword is a little redder than the 'Central Plains' in the past, but unfortunately it is not as good as Ximen blowing snow. The old nun looked at the sword in her hand, as if thinking about the old days.

"I heard that his swordsmanship is good, but this man has disappeared for a long time, and many people say that he is tired of the rivers and lakes. Li Qing tried to recall all the past events of this person, but he had only heard this story.

The rivers and lakes are a big dye vat, this is just the legend of the rivers and lakes, and there are many legends of the rivers and lakes.

"This man was actually very obedient, and he not only ate my oranges, but also left his sword. For the first time, the old nun felt a sense of disappointment.

Can a person really eat the oranges in this basket? Li Qing appeared in front of him a picture that he didn't want to believe.

A former swordsman, put down the sword in his hand, squatted in the deep mountains, quietly eating this orange that I don't know whether it should be sour or sweet, his mood is only understood by himself.

And by the side of the mountain road stood a woman, a cold woman.

She looked at the orange-eating man with contempt and a solitary smile on her face.

The laughter echoed through the valley.

The mockery, the insults, the indifference of the human heart make a man begin to collapse in an instant.

The sword is dead, and it is merciless.

But man is alive, and if he is ruthless, he is more terrible than a cold and merciless sword.

Walking into the rivers and lakes, I don't know how many times such a tragedy has happened, as long as you have a sword in your hand, as long as you think that your sword is the fastest sword in the world.

To this day, this dream-like quest still happens anytime and anywhere.

Li Qing could only sigh silently for him, but he would not feel sad for them.

Because only fame and fortune make them unwilling to give up their pursuit, they are eager to become famous overnight, and they will not care about their lives.

Although everyone's life is fragile.

Maybe they can really do it, they have pursued illusory fame and fortune with ruthlessness, but it is also possible that in an instant, everything will turn into dust.

Of course, there are many tragedies in the world, and no matter what the tragedies of life are, the onlookers always take them in stride.

Because only when tragedy happens to oneself and the pain mercilessly torments oneself does one understand what a real tragedy is. Anyone can say comforting words for other people's tragedies.

But who else wants to do it? Heaven and earth know, but they can't know.

The distance between what is said and what is done is as far as the gap between heaven and earth.

"I was young then, and I always thought that one day he would come back and take his sword. The old nun's voice interrupted Li Qing's thoughts and brought him back to reality.

So you sell oranges here every day, and wait here for him to come back. Li Qing suddenly had a feeling that the old nun in front of her was not cold, but the years had tormented her.

What kind of perseverance can a person be here, quietly waiting for another person, someone who has broken her heart?

Is this love, or hate? Li Qing was suddenly unsure.

He could only listen carefully.

"He had the fastest sword, but he would rather give up the sword in his hand and eat the oranges I brought than fight me, I hate him, you know, I was in my early twenties. Sure enough, the old nun poured out many words from her mouth.

But this sentence made Li Qing almost jump.

The owner of the 'Destiny Chasing Sword' disappeared into the rivers and lakes for only more than ten years.

If the old nun in front of her was in her early twenties at that time, then she was only in her early thirties at the moment.

Looking at the vicissitudes of her face, Li Qing couldn't believe it.

Can time really change a person's face?