The most difficult to understand in the world, covering people's hearts. True and false, real and false. Even if you know your face, it is difficult to know your heart. Although we share the day and night, it is difficult to keep one mind. The rivers and lakes are chaotic, and the world is impermanent. People's hearts are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold. The world is in the midst of it, although there is a heartbeat to break free from the shackles of the world, but it is only in vain. My generation is also full of sentient beings, although it is difficult to see people's hearts, but it can protect my heart as one.

Children of the rivers and lakes, it is still the same. The mood is sent, only the sword. Although the sword is cold, it is difficult to be cold in people's hearts. Although the sword can defend oneself, it cannot prevent people's hearts. Let the years be like a river, can be washed away, only the name is flashy, so the love is placed on the sword, the prosperity of the life, engraved here, then no longer speak. Burying the heart of the world's deceitful people, chasing fame and fortune, and also burying the bloody pride of the martial arts of my childhood, the flying snow is cold, covering up the flashiness of red leaves, which is called "flying snow burying red leaves". I would like to use this book to read the spirit of martial arts through the ages.

There are also poems:

The night rain is miserable, the dead wood is cold, the broken blade is cold, and the road is boundless.

The vast snowy night sinks into frost, and the light Qiu secluded path goes.

Fang Cun people's hearts are the most difficult to understand, how can the sword rivers and lakes be as usual.

often sigh how many things in the world, a few people leave a name and a few people are buried.

People who bury the past are puzzled, and they want to go to fame with life and death.

Looking at the countryside, I know that what I want in my life is not noisy.

The hustle and bustle is all vain, only the white clothes are bitter.

Taste how much flashy hatred, flying snow hides the red leaves.

I hope to warn the world, as for the amount of understanding, it is not something that my generation can change.

"The snowy night wind scatters the stars far away, driving the old man to the mountain. Such as leaves such as a boat clothes thin, white cabbage root as a sweet dish. The road is dangerous, the road is long, and a handful of snow is accompanied as usual. ”

The simple ballad of vicissitudes reverberated intermittently, revealing a trace of helplessness, as if revealing a wisp of self-deprecation. The goose feather snow obscures half of the sky, and people can't open their eyes. Wind spears and snow halberds, frost knives and rain swords, and the snow that has accumulated on the branches, dotting down three taels of plums, leaving only such faint marks.

In the sky, there are scattered red suns, like a lonely red leaf, gradually withering. Most of the valley was covered by snow, and a few craggy rocks drilled out of the edges and corners, as if trying to get out of this cold cave.

The sky is getting dark, the narrow mountain road only leaves a clear line of ox hoof prints, in a white mang, a faint black shadow, look closely at an old man in a cloth, behind him a basket of firewood, riding a green ox. The song that came out of the valley just now covered the song that this man sang.

"It's not early in the day," the old man patted the bull's head and pulled his coat to avoid being disturbed by the pervasive cold wind. But in such a snowstorm, the thin coat is just an egg hitting a stone. Look closely at the old man, his hair is all white, his face is clear, he is skinny, coarse linen, wearing a hat on his head, and he is wearing a robe. Although the ravines covered the old face, the eyes squinted in the sunken eye sockets still showed a steady light.

Such bad weather, although not common in this wax moon, is not worth a sigh for the old woodcutter who has lived in this valley all his life and picked some wild vegetables by collecting some firewood.

As the night deepened, the snow continued. One cow and one person, dragging their tired figures, struggled to the foot of the mountain. This mountain range stretches for dozens of miles, and it is impossible to see it at a glance, and every winter, it is covered with snow and covers the mountains and fields.

It is one hundred and ten miles away from the nearest Yaoye Mansion, although it can be described as remote and remote, but it is not deserted, the main peak of the mountain range has a natural pass, the name is Jianshan Pass. A mountain villa is built in the pass, and it is called the guest snow villa. The villa has stood in the wind and snow for more than 100 years, but there is little contact with the outside world, and the martial arts people also know very little about it, only a hundred years ago, three or two rumors, the owner of the village is a knife to level the thieves here, set up a village here, the martial arts learned by outsiders do not know, and it is even more difficult to enter the village to apprentice. There are more than 30 disciples in the pass, and they don't go out easily, so they are very mysterious. Coupled with the remoteness of the terrain, even the outlaws dare not approach it.

"The snow night wind scatters the stars far away, drive the cattle ......" the old man wanted to sing the ballad again, but the old cow under the seat was difficult to take a step forward, the old man thought that the cow was afraid of such a wind and snow, and was afraid that the sky was dark and the wind and snow were getting bigger, and it was more difficult to find the way back, and he was anxious, so he held the thatch and slapped the cow.

But the ox did not take a single step, but stood on its hooves and raised its head, and made a "moo" sound from its mouth. The old man was puzzled, so he went down to see the ox. The wind and snow fascinated the eyes, pulled the eyelids and was difficult to open, the snowflakes hit the face like thorns, the old man lightly lifted the hat, faintly, a touch of scarlet came into view, in the white of the mountains and fields, it was particularly dazzling.

The blood spread to the old woodcutter's feet like a blooming flower, and the scarlet snow and iron smell under his feet grabbed his eyes and nose, and he finally realized what it was, and in his panic, he couldn't help but strengthen his courage, and tightened the thatch in his hand to find out the source of the blood—a handsome young man in white fell in the pool of blood, his body covered with knife scars, and the wounds oozed blood, dyeing the blood stains that had long been dyed and dried up into bright red again.

The young man was delicate and thin, and his thin drive was wrapped in red and white, but he could see his breathing fluctuate slightly, and his bloodless lips exhaled intermittent white gas, although he was seriously injured, he could still be saved. The old woodcutter knew that human life was at stake, and if he abandoned it, even if it was freezing and the young man's life would be lost, the scars of blood gushing could take him to Hades. He no longer hesitated, and tore off a few pieces of burlap on his body and bandaged them slightly, although this method could not save the young man, but it could make him stop bleeding.

When he picked up the young man, he felt that the body seemed to be boneless, light and soft, and put it on the back of the ox, and the old man pulled the reins and pulled the ox down the mountain, and the cow finally moved its hooves, and the two of them were a cow, hidden in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow gradually subsided, a warm fire was lit in the grass hut on the mountain, and the grass hut looked at the outside, shaking, as if it had the intention of dumping, but it was stable and stood in the wind and snow. There are two rooms, inside and outside, separated by a curtain. Although the house is small, it is also full of internal organs, all made of earth and stone.

In addition to the basic furniture, there was a stone bed, and the old woodcutter put the young man on the stone bed, and while untying the hat on his head, patting his whole body to shake off the snow, he called to the old woman in the inner room: "Old woman, old woman, come out and have a look!" "Come on, come on, why are you so flustered?" replied his wife, who was sewing for the old woodcutter in the inner room. "Look at this ......" "Huh?" the old woman exclaimed, narrowing her eyes and looking at the young man on the bed, "Old man, let you go up the mountain to chop wood, why are you?" The old woodcutter also leaned over and urged: "Don't say it! Hurry up and show him, human life is at stake!"

It turned out that the old lady was a pharmacy lady when she was young, she was well versed in pharmacology and knew a lot about medical skills, her father was a famous miracle doctor, and the old woodcutter was a shopkeeper. Because the two loved each other, the divine doctor opposed the marriage of the two, so he hid in this barren mountain and wild place.

Because of this, there are also a lot of herbs in the grass hut, which were originally used to prevent the needs of the two in their lives or the old woodcutter from bruising and bruising on the mountain, but he didn't expect to save a life today. Thinking about it, it is also the relationship between the husband and wife and the young man, so they can't care so much.

The old woman rolled up her sleeves and prepared the silver needle herbs, but the silver needle pricking blood and pharmacology have not been forgotten for many years. The old woodcutter wanted to untie the young man's clothes, but was stopped by the old woman: "Go and fetch a basin of hot water." The old woodcutter went to the inner room to pour water, the old woman squinted her eyes, and took seven or eight stitches in a row, and the young man's wound immediately stopped bleeding, and the old woodcutter saw this and praised: "Old woman, I really have you, I didn't expect that there would be such medical skills for so many years!" The old woman took the hot water, did not talk, and untied the young man's clothes.

It was only the two of them who discovered that this young man was originally a woman, no wonder he was so delicate and delicate. Seeing this, the old woodcutter consciously turned away. The old woman wiped the wound with hot water and bloodstains, and put more than ten needles, and kept reciting a few herbs in her mouth, and told the old woodcutter to take the decoction. The wound was cleaned and bandaged with a clean cloth, and the old woman sighed: "All I can do is this, and the rest depends on whether you are blessed or not." With that, he turned around and went to pack up his clothes.

Who knew that suddenly a white lotus root arm grabbed the corner of the old woman's clothes, and the old woman was startled, and then reacted and turned around and leaned over to the side of the bed: "Are you awake? But the girl refused to let go, her eyelashes moved slightly, but she could not open her eyes, her lips were still bloodless, her handsome face was twisted together in pain, and her lips trembled as if she had something to say.

The old lady also understood her thoughts, and put her ear to the girl's mouth, but faintly, she heard a few words faintly and intermittently: "On the mountain... Kexue... Library Pavilion vase... Chamber... Child...", she could not say anything else, and the girl fainted.

The old lady hurriedly called the old man and told the girl that she had just spoken, and the old man patted his thigh and suddenly woke up: "Oh, yes, I should have thought that it was someone from the Snow Mountain Villa on the mountain, but I had never seen it, and I didn't react for a while." After a little discussion, the two decided that the old lady would stay and continue to take care of the girl, and the old man would go up the mountain and find out what the girl said. Seeing that the wind and snow stopped for a while, he put on a hat, put on a coat, rode a green ox, and walked along the road to the mysterious mountain villa that no one knew about for hundreds of years.

Although I have never been there, there are not many roads that can be walked in this mountain range, and other roads have been walked, but this mountain trail has not been set foot in, covering the road to Nake Snow Mountain Villa. Thinking of this, the old man drove the oxen along the path, and when they reached a narrow place, the oxen could not pass, so he got off the oxen and tied the reins to the dead wood by the roadside, and walked up the mountain alone with a wooden staff.

I don't know how many trestle bridges have been stepped on, drilled into a few holes, and walked through a few sections of mountain roads, the old man felt very tired, so he stopped to rest, and suddenly saw a fire on the top of the mountain, the fire rushed to the sky, in this snow-capped mountain continuous like a white paper splashing ink, the flames raged, spread by the wind, the old man was frightened in his heart, hurriedly hid in the bushes, and saw a few black spots on the top of the mountain, and looked closely, it was a few masked people in black clothes, all holding steel knives, and the knife seemed to have a little blood on the dry water. The old man was even more frightened, leaning over the mountain wall, not moving.

After all the people in black went, they caught up with the mountain. The air in the mountains is thin, and the fire does not burn for a long time, but the only oxygen is exhausted, which makes it even more oppressive and suffocating. Before the old man stopped at the mountain gate, he shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect this hundred-year-old martial arts villa to be burned down by a fire. "The fire burned down most of the buildings, but you can still see the carved beams of the paintings, the pavilions around the building, still like this but still without losing the magnificent and heroic momentum, you can imagine how majestic this Snow Mountain Villa was before the incident. It is precisely because of this that such a family will be slaughtered by those black-clothed little people?

The old man carefully opened the plaque that was still burning, stepped into the inner courtyard, the smell of charcoal burnt and blood came to his face, the bones of the people all over the ground were terrible, all the clothes were burned by the fire, and the bones were also burned black.

The old woodcutter knew that he could not stay here for a long time, thinking that such a fire, the pavilion was turned into ashes, and the secret room was probably difficult to keep, and it was not worth it to bear the worry of his life for the person he didn't know, so he wanted to go down the mountain, and then he thought about it, and sent the Buddha to the west, and it was better to go up the mountain than a good person to do it to the end, and it was okay to see if it was okay, and it was good to have an explanation, and also accumulate a good karma for himself.

After a few rounds, the old woodcutter finally found the library cabinet, although the plaque was ashes, there were still a few fragments of the book scattered, presumably this was the library cabinet. The old man carefully entered the pavilion, covered his face with a cloth towel, blocked the smell of smoke, dusted off the dust and haze, looked for the vase that the girl said, opened the charcoal remnant book with a wooden stick, looked around for half an hour, and under the copper frame that had fallen down, a vase came into view.

Originally, I was worried about how to save the vase under this fire, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. Look at the vase again, unscathed, a little surprised, want to come to the vase and extraordinary, wipe off the charcoal dust on the surface with the cuffs, only to find that the vase is snow-white, slightly glowing, under the snow white there seems to be a cyan filament buried in it, such as green bamboo knots, and like the distribution of meridians, the old man wrapped the vase into the clothes, Fang wanted to go down the mountain, but thought of what the girl said, there is a secret room has not been found.

I went back to the library and searched for a long time, but I didn't see the secret door of the machine, and when I was distressed, I went back to the place where I found the vase, wiped off the smoke and dust, and pushed away the debris, and saw a boxy copper platform, the copper platform was engraved with inscriptions, which was exquisite, although the old man could not recognize the above words, but found that on the copper platform, there was a ring-shaped depression, and its size was just like the base of the vase.

The old man carefully put the vase into the copper platform, gently rotated, the two touched, the sound was crisp, if the base locked the bottom of the bottle, suddenly there was a bang, the smoke and dust dispersed, the old man hurriedly closed his eyes, squatted down and hugged the copper platform and did not dare to move.

After a long time, the smoke dissipated, and the old man got up, and suddenly saw that there was a secret door on the wall, about eight feet high, and only two people could pass through, so the old man took out the vase, hugged it in his arms, and entered the secret door. Walking about dozens of steps, I saw a delicate carved wooden door, pushed open the wooden door, it was originally a stone house. The stone house is not big, but the furnishings in the house are extremely elegant and exquisite. There is a Buddha shrine in the middle of the house, enshrine a jasper Bodhisattva statue, the Bodhisattva statue is about three feet high, the carving is extremely exquisite, the whole body is emerald green, the dark pattern inner cloth, from the workmanship point of view alone, and the vase in the arms of the old man has the same magic, the Bodhisattva jade statue is generous and elegant, lifelike, but the eyes are closed. "The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and does not save the world. The old man secretly said in his heart, "Ominous, ominous." ”

The table is full of flowers and fruits, talismans, incense and candles, presumably the owner of this villa is also a believer who eats fasting and recites Buddha, and I don't know how to put this ominous thing. Looking at the others, there are two futons in front of the table. In addition, there is only a stone cabinet on the right side, and nothing else, the stone cabinet is rough in workmanship, and this exquisite Buddhist shrine is incompatible, placed together, even people who do not know how to furnish and arrange it feel very inappropriate.

The old man was trying to search, suddenly heard the sound of crying, the old man was shocked, in a hurry, the vase in his arms rolled to the ground, the old man couldn't care about much, wanted to escape out, but the wooden door seemed to be tightened from the outside, and it was difficult to open. In the small stone house, the sound of crying echoed, and it became more and more sad. The old man leaned against the door, half-fell to the ground, looked around, and vaguely noticed that the cry came from the stone cabinet. So he copied the wooden staff beside him, held it in the palm of his hand, stood up, and walked to the stone cabinet.

Hold the handle of the stone cabinet with your left hand, and hold the wooden staff above your head with your right hand, so that you can react at the moment when you open the stone cabinet. Ready to stop, the old man was in his heart, and suddenly opened the stone cabinet, and the wooden staff in his hand was not small, but he was stopped by an exclamation, and only then did he open his eyes and take a closer look: it turned out that there was nothing else in the stone cabinet, but a maid-like person hugged the boy about eleven or twelve years old tightly.

The boy still had tears on his cheeks, and his eyes were already red with weeping. Look at the maid again, the blood stains on the corners of her mouth have dried, and there are many scars on her body, and there are blood stains. The old man hugged the boy, and the boy was frightened and kept beating the old man.

The old man took out the boy and put him on the futon, and the boy was dressed in brocade and white, with delicate embroidery and a mantle, and although there was black ash on his cheeks, a lot of it had been washed away by tears. The boy turned around and tried to run out of the stone house, and pounded the wooden door for a long time, but the wooden door remained unchanged as before. The old man sat aside and watched quietly, and when the boy saw that the wooden door could not be opened, he turned his back against the door and stood facing the old man, still with a panicked face. The two looked at each other, but they didn't say anything. After looking at each other for a long time, the little boy finally spoke: "You won't kill me?"

The old man shook his head: "I was entrusted by the girl to tell me where I am, presumably to let my old man come to save you, how can I kill you?" ”

The boy cried intermittently, "All are dead! Uncle Quan... Father... Mother... Big brother... There are so many people in black..."Although I don't know the origin, but this son has already broken down, the old man's pity and sympathy suddenly rose, and he stroked the boy's forehead, and the boy saw that the old man was kind and kind, and his guard was slowly lowered.

Seeing that the boy was gradually calming down, the old man asked him about the girl who was seriously injured in the grass hut at the foot of the mountain. The boy choked up and replied, "That should be the second senior sister." She was the one who escorted me and Sister Haruka to the stone house... But now Sister Chunxiang is also..."Tears fell in the boy's eyes, and the old man didn't ask much when he saw this, thinking that he had to quickly find a way to escape from here and return to the grass hut.

"Son, did your senior sister tell you how to open the door?" the boy looked up and thought for a long time, then shook his head.