On the twenty-sixth day of October in the Great Zhou calendar, there was light snow.

As always, it snowed in the town, and although it was a light snow season, it was actually a heavy snowfall, scattering snowflakes and covering up the wounds of this long-ravaged town with a howling wind.

At noon, the old gentleman walked out of the school wearing a long robe, his white beard was neatly combed, and he was holding a pot of long-cherished flower carvings in his hand, stepping on the snowy streets, step by step extremely steady.

Let the snowflakes flutter and the wind cut like a knife, he remained unmoved, like a vigorous old pine, firmly rooted in the ground.

After turning an alley or two, saying goodbye to old friends, talking about some trivial matters, and after a moment of walking again, he appeared in front of a huge mansion.

Standing outside the open gate of the mansion, listening to the laughter of a few strings of silver bells coming from time to time, the old gentleman smiled and quickly stepped into the threshold.

It didn't take long for the scene in the house to appear in his eyes.

Xu Baichuan was sitting on a bamboo chair reading a book, while Anan was fiddling with a bracelet-like magic weapon, looking very happy.

Around them, the wind and snow blew in the sky, and the source of it was the green light emitted by the bracelet magic weapon.

The arrival of the old gentleman quickly attracted the attention of the two people in the house.

Xu Baichuan took his eyes off the book in his hand for a moment, looked at the old gentleman, nodded to him, said hello, and after the old gentleman smiled back, he looked back again.

After Anan saw the old gentleman, his eyes lit up, and he didn't continue to fiddle with the bracelet, but walked next to the old gentleman, just wanted to say something, but quickly stopped, but looked at the old gentleman with a hesitant face, a little trance, and after coming back to his senses, he asked in surprise: "Sir, have you embarked on that path of cultivation?"

The old gentleman nodded, handed back the exercises that had been prepared in his arms a long time ago, and after watching her put it away, he chuckled and said, "Well, it's time to step in, otherwise you little guy should be in a hurry." ”

A smile spread across his face, obviously happy that the old gentleman had become a cultivator.

The old gentleman walked a few steps, came to Xu Baichuan's side, glanced at the book in his hand casually, and then joked: "I thought you would go to see swordsmanship or mountain and river miscellaneous records, but I didn't expect it to be Buddhist scriptures, but I was a little surprised, is it so difficult to do a sword cultivation now? Not only do you have to practice swords, but you also have to read books? What are the books of those great monks, they are all bullshit." ”

Xu Baichuan chuckled: " The existence of books in the world naturally has its own reason, otherwise why did the writer spend so much effort to sort it out, not for future generations to watch, as for the mountains and rivers you said miscellaneous notes and swordsmanship, I went down the mountain to take the book has been finished, now can only read the Buddhist scriptures, although it is complicated and boring, it is clear that a simple thing can be said to make people see in the clouds, but there is indeed a bit of meaning in it, according to some great monks, if you can see through the Buddhist scriptures, but also stand up to become a Buddha, I don't believe it, but now you can only look at this Buddhist scriptures for entertainment, if you want to see something new, I'm afraid you have to leave this town to find, after all, this is in the middle of nowhereIt's a little far from all the big towns, and it's quite inconvenient to come and go, so can you see something else here?"

The old gentleman nodded, feeling that it made a lot of sense, making him irrefutable, after all, the rest of the books have been read, and there are only these few left, what else can you read if you don't read these?

It's a pity to discard it if it's tasteless.

It's chicken ribs.

After the two chatted for a while, the old gentleman went to the room and brought out a bamboo chair, took a small red clay stove from the kitchen, put the Huadiao wine he brought on it and heated it, looked at the faint heat coming out of it, smelled the faint aroma of wine, and suddenly said: "For some reason, I always feel that the sword cultivation is a little different from what is said in the book." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled slightly, noncommittal, and just motioned for the old gentleman to continue.

The old gentleman took off the wine jug that had been hot, poured a glass for Xu Baichuan and himself, took a sip slowly, closed his eyes and tasted for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he continued: " When I was studying in a Confucian school, I heard the gentleman in it say, saying that all the sword cultivators are vulgar martial artists, only dancing swords and swords to kill people and goods, every day is thinking about how to kill, for pen, ink, paper and inkstone disdain, I think that we scholars are some pretentious stinky poor acid, I believed it at the time, and I was convinced, I had not seen sword cultivation at that time, and what I learned and understood was only from Mr. and the book, there was not much difference between the two, so I believed in it for half a lifetime, until I met you, I felt that what was written in the book, what Mr. said could not be trusted。 ”

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing. ”

Xu Baichuan said indifferently: "The monks of the three sects have not treated sword cultivation very well since ancient times, and they always think about how to exterminate the sword cultivation, so it is inevitable to say this in the book, after all, the tongue of the world is in the hands of the monks of the three sects, and what can the rest of the people do? ”

The old gentleman's eyes showed a color of approval, and he sighed with emotion: "I once listened to the Confucianism school, thinking that there was the best truth in the world, so I believed, and not only me, there are many people who believe, until I came out, I felt that the truth recorded in the school is not necessarily true, they said that Confucianism is supreme, and then I saw Taoism and Buddhism, and after talking, I found that the three religions are actually the same." ”

Xu Baichuan didn't nod or shake his head, just reached out and took the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

After all, he is not a monk of the Three Sects, what about the Three Sects?

He didn't know.

Just take care of yourself.

The old gentleman drank the pot of wine that still had a lot left, and his whole body exuded a faint warmth.

The old gentleman's face was a little red, according to the past, he was already drunk at this time, but now his eyes were extremely clear, and a pair of eyes that should have been cloudy emitted a tiny light.

Anan walked over with a Confucian book, looked at his gentleman, who had already embarked on cultivation, thought about it, and asked the doubts that had just arisen in his heart.

"Sir, how high is your realm?"

The old gentleman smiled, and said with some pride, "Realm? This matter is not very accurate, I am walking on the road today, and tomorrow is refining the Fa, and I may come to the heart fire in a few days, maybe it will not be long before the realm may be well-informed." ”

Anan wrinkled her good-looking nose, she was a little confused by what the old gentleman said, she knew the cultivation realm, but why was it so inaccurate? Could it be that it was so easy to climb the realm?

"Sir, can I be so fast?"

Looking at this bewildering student, the old gentleman did not sell Guan Zi again, but told all this with a serious face, "Cultivation is not so easy, although the path taken by the monks of the three sects is already a smooth road, compared to the predecessors, there are many fewer thorns, and they can go faster, but it will not be too fast, and my realm is a little different, I have accumulated half a lifetime, once I practice, it should be like this, if you want to be like me, then you have to work hard for half a lifetime, it is not worth it." ”

Anan nodded, a little dejected.

The old gentleman stretched out his hand and patted Anan on the shoulder, and said softly: "Young man, why be so lifeless, let's go, go to the quiet room of the study." ”

Anan sighed and muttered, "Sir, is there anything you can't say here?"

The old gentleman patted his forehead, looked at this student who didn't know whether he was really stupid or fake, and said angrily: "Naturally, I took you on the road, didn't you little guy think about it for a long time, why, don't you want to it now?"

Anan suddenly smiled, and couldn't stop nodding.

Then the big one and the other left the courtyard.

And after Anan left, the wind and snow that had been hindered by the magic weapon fell again.

Soon most of the small courtyard was covered.

There is only one exception.

Xu Baichuan closed the book, put it on the table next to him, raised his head, looked at the wind and snow that was constantly whistling outside his radius but never approached him, smiled, and got up from the bamboo chair.

Take a gentle step, and that's it.

The wind and snow in the courtyard stopped for a moment, and they were piled up tightly in the air, while Xu Baichuan looked up at the wind and snow and was silent.

If someone else sees this scene, they will definitely shout immortals.

It's just that there are no immortals in this world? It's just that they are all cultivators.

After a while, the wind and snow fell again, Xu Baichuan did not hinder it again, and soon let the wind and snow fall on his white clothes.

There was a young man in white in the wind and snow, who whispered, "It's fast, it's not that difficult." ”

As for what's going on, it's going to be fast.

No one knows.

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There was a heavy snowfall in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the same was true in the rest of the places, except for the demon city, the rest of the places were snowing one after another, even in Yunzhen in Liguo, it was soon covered by goose feathers and heavy snow, not only bending several old trees, but also sealing the only official road in Yunzhen, so that people could not enter and exit, and the people of Yunzhen rarely went out, so they regarded this matter as a talking point, just talking to people after tea and dinner.

Heavy snow closed the road, and it stands to reason that no one can enter or exit, even if it is rumored that the so-called masters of the rivers and lakes in the world are not able to step into Yunzhen on the road full of snow.

But that's how strange it is.

Someone really stepped into the town from that official road.

The person who came was a man in a green shirt, with a handsome appearance, a faint smile always on the corner of his mouth, and a simple long sword at his waist, when he stepped into the tavern, the Yunzhen people who often gathered in the tavern were incredulous, and they all looked at the man in green shirt with a look of surprise.

The man in the green shirt looked calm, did not pay attention to the surprised Yunzhen people, but took care of himself to find a vacant seat to sit down, and before the shopkeeper could speak, he threw out a small piece of silver and said: "Two altars of cloud tails, a plate of fennel beans." ”

The shopkeeper nodded, and soon everything was ready, the tavern was not big, only he and his son were taking care of it, and when he put the wine on the table of the man in green shirts, he couldn't help but ask, "Guest officer, have you been here before?"

It's no wonder that he asked, the materials made by Yunwei are all unique to Yunzhen, and the noodles are also passed down from generation to generation by him, except for his family, even if you go all over these four worlds, you will definitely not find anything else, so Yunwei's jar of wine will only be known to those who have been to Yunzhen.

The man in the green shirt nodded, and said while drinking: "I've been here a few times, and when I come back today, I want to drink the wine here, to be honest, I have drunk a lot of wine, and I went out to brew it with a little guy, and most of the rest are not as good as this altar cloud tail." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he smiled on his face, and he was very happy, after all, it was difficult not to be happy when the things he sold were praised.

The man in the green shirt did not drink very quickly, but he was not slow, and soon drank a jar of wine, and as for the plate of fennel beans, he was also eaten cleanly.

So there was still a jar of wine left on the table.

The rest of the jar of wine was not opened, but was carried in the hand of the man in the green shirt, and walked out of the tavern in everyone's doubts.

Walking on the snow-covered streets, it stands to reason that there should be a lot of deep pits, but the road walked by the man in green shirt is a piece of smoothness, and he can't see that he has been walked on at all.

And this master of the rivers and lakes walked a few paths very skillfully, and soon after, he appeared outside a lonely courtyard.

Looking at the gold hook and silver painting on it, he shook his head, just stayed for a while, and soon stepped into this place that was forbidden for the people of Yunzhen.

Unlike the heavy snow outside, which looks cold and frozen, there is no snowflake in Yizhuang, only countless coffins are placed in it, even in the daytime, it looks extremely eerie and terrifying, and an old Taoist priest lies on one of the coffins and falls asleep soundly.

Walking to the side of the old Taoist, the man in the green shirt thought about it, stretched out his hand and knocked on the coffin board, which quickly startled the old Taoist.

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes, looked at the man in green shirt with a faint smile in front of him, patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily: "Lao Dao thought that it was a powerful person who could walk next to Lao Dao unconsciously, but he didn't expect it to be you." ”

The man in the green shirt looked calm, put the cloud tail he had been carrying in his hand on the coffin board, and said calmly: "What's the matter, I am not welcome?"

The old Taoist priest smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly: "How dare the old Daoist, you Lin Jianxian are standing at the top of this world, if you don't say a word, what if you raise your sword and cut me, then you can't die, you can't carry a sword saint, let alone the old Taoist me." ”