Baiyun followed in the footsteps of Fa Yu, wading through mountains and rivers in the densely intertwined Yangtze River network, and the mighty Yangtze River mainstream finally returned to sight.

Bai Yun said very little along the way, but a gray-robed monk of Fa Yu gushed endlessly, talking about what he had seen and heard since leaving Muru Temple to travel abroad, probably how the Great Snow Mountain was frozen for thousands of miles, how the source of the Yangtze River was unpredictable, and the mountains of southern Xinjiang with poor mountains and bad water had special customs and so on, but Bai Yun was absent-minded, just nodded from time to time and answered, the frozen Snow Mountain has ripples and white snow in the north, he can't think about it, in his memory, the unreachable and endless snow field is the real snow-capped, frozen for thousands of miles. Whenever winter comes, the snow is fluttering in the city, the pedestrians are hurrying and the sky is white, and the straight silver pines outside the city rise to the sky, mixed with one or two wolf howls. Bai Yun's thoughts are flickering, and everything seems to be a passing year, like a dream.

The river surface in front of it began to become turbulent again, the river surface that flows endlessly is like a flood beast, the white clouds have long been commonplace, the water of the Yangtze River stretches for thousands of miles from west to east, the place that flows through spans the waist and abdomen of the beam, the terrain is complex and changeable, the river surface of some sections is open and boundless, the water waves are not prosperous, the river surface is clear as a mirror, and the green mountains and grass and trees are reflected in the water. Some sections are narrow and dangerous, and the steep ravines that cut the four walls of the axe surround the river bank, and the undercurrent at the bottom of the river is agitated, and the rapid and violent waves are undulating, like a fierce horse untamed.

For no reason, an autumn wind blew, and the dead leaves blown from the shore swept into the river, and were immediately swallowed up by the rushing river.

Autumn is sorrowful, the yellow leaves are far away, this situation will always more or less evoke memories, Bai Yun secretly smiled bitterly, in the autumn of the previous year, he was still practicing kendo on the Lanyue Pavilion, and in the cool night, he sat in front of the fire with Mo Tianxiang, nibbling on the roasted game on the Jixia Mountain. The rooster crowed, day after day, year after year, the original intention was to avenge the old monk in gray with his own hands, although now he promised the old monk in gray to let go of hatred, but since he has embarked on the road of the sword, he must not give up halfway, as Li Jingxi said, since he has chosen this road, then stick to it, if you want to do it, you will be the first in the world, this experience is a great opportunity to sharpen, why do you feel tired?

There are thousands of thoughts, Bai Yun's heart is empty, before going down the mountain, Li Feng told him to correct his heart and not go astray, but he just saved a demon girl of the Tianlong Society, is this considered a mistake?

Bai Yun no longer drilled the tip of the bull's horns, his eyes were a little rough, he thought of the fortune teller who carried the white banner and flag, and slashed dozens of thieves with a snap of his fingers, his eyes were extremely deep, like a vast and bottomless sea.

"Disaster is coming. The fortune teller said this sentence in a calm tone, and it kept coming to Baiyun's heart.

A catastrophe is coming? Bai Yun pursed his mouth and smiled bitterly.

Fa Yu was puzzled, and asked suspiciously: "Master Baiyun, why are you laughing? Isn't it that the little monk is gurgling and listening greasy?"

Bai Yun shook his head and said, "I can't hide it, I'm confused, can I ask you for advice?"

"What's the matter? If the little monk can help the donor get out of the confusion, it doesn't hurt to ask the little monk to go up the sword mountain and down the sea of fire. Fa Yu said sincerely.

"I saved someone. Bai Yun's gaze was cast on the rolling Yangtze River, and the turbulent splash was just like the ripples in his heart.

"Saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, why would the donor be confused?" Fa Yu asked in confusion.

"But she's a wicked person. Bai Yun's expression was a little dazed.

"Then may I ask the donor, have you ever seen her do a lot of evil?" Fa Yu asked rhetorically.

Bai Yun was stunned, looked blank, hesitated for a moment, nodded and shook his head.

"Is that yes or no?" Fa Yu said with a gentle smile.

The young man with the wooden sword in his hand remained silent.

In addition to being able to communicate with all living beings, the young monk seems to be born with insight into people's hearts.

Fa Yu didn't let the silence spread, and continued: "Since you haven't seen her with your own eyes, why do you think she's a bad person?"

"Everyone in the world says she's a bad person. Bai Yun silently withdrew his gaze from the river and said in a low voice.

"The people of the world are the people of the world, and you are you. Fa Yu paused and said, "What do you think of her, and what does it have to do with how the people of the world view her?"

"The people of the world are the people of the world, and I am me?" Bai Yun seemed to understand, but he was silent again.

Fa Yu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed to the undulating water surface of the Yangtze River: "Shaoxia, you see that the water of the Yangtze River is like a giant dragon, spanning the east and west of the girder, and it is an important ruler to divide the north and south, but it is meandering and densely covered with water networks, suddenly circling, suddenly a horse and a flat river, the river surface is ups and downs, turbidity and uncertain, not only to flow through the mountains and ravines, but also to flow through the Pinghu shoals, have you ever seen it have a clear distinction?"

The mighty water of the Yangtze River and the earth are integrated and interdependent, so how can we talk about a clear distinction between the two sides? So Bai Yun shook his head and replied.

"Since the water of the Yangtze River, which divides the north and the south, is not clearly distinguished, then how can you draw conclusions and decide whether she is a good person or a bad person based on just a few words? Just as the world people say, the north of the Yangtze River is the north, and the south of the Yangtze River is the south, but the Yangtze River stretches for thousands of miles, and which part of the Yangtze River is north and which part is south of the south?"

"Bai Yun Shaoxia, is she a bad person, you naturally know it in your heart, you don't have to think that she is a bad person, you feel guilty for saving her, who is innocent and who is innocent?" Fa Yu said meaningfully.

After being silent for a long time, Bai Yun finally spoke: "But some people are born bad people. ”

"Do you think she's inherently bad?" Fa Yu stopped and said, "Or do you think she's born a great evildoer?"

"I don't know. Bai Yun replied, but did not stop, between the words, from the suburbs of Xiangyang to the tomb of the Great Song Emperor to the Lei Yin Temple, countless pictures about Mu Zhitao were involved in the young man's mind.

"You know that. Fa Yu flicked his sleeves lightly and kept up with Baiyun's pace again.

"Perhaps, she is not as bad as the world says. Bai Yun muttered to himself.

This is where the conversation comes to an abrupt end.

The water of the Yangtze River, which flows to the sea and never returns, gradually calms down, and you can vaguely see a galleon moored on the river not far away.

Bai Yun was overjoyed, quickened his steps and walked towards the big stone, and couldn't help shouting: "Senior Dou!"

The middle-aged man who was sleeping soundly on the stone was suddenly awakened, and one of his sideways palms slipped and was about to fall off the boulder.

Fa Yu's face changed suddenly: "Be careful!"

Who knew that the middle-aged man who tied up the ball bun was not panicked, and the carp turned over at the moment he fell off the boulder, like a dragonfly swept in front of the two, from falling off the stone to swooping out in one go, clean and sharp, even the Fa Yu who traveled all over the country was amazed, and cast an incredible gaze to the middle-aged man, although he did not know martial arts, but he had been swimming for a long time, and had seen a lot of fish, shrimp and crabs on the rivers and lakes, it takes a great foundation in martial arts to be so handy.

Dou Changan was sleepy, yawned lazily, and said in a daze: "What are you yelling about, didn't you see Lao Tzu sleeping?"

When Dou Changan fully opened his eyes, he said with a slight surprise: "Hey, your kid is finally back?"

Bai Yun smiled, with a little taste of reunion after a long absence, cleared his throat and said, "I almost can't come back." ”

Dou Changan, who had never been in his eyes, didn't ask, but asked openly, "Who is this little bald donkey?"

The corners of Fa Yu's mouth rose and he smiled brightly, and he didn't care about Dou Chang'an's straightforward heart, and replied without waiting for Bai Yun to speak: "The little monk is a disciple of Muru Temple, and his law name is Fa Yu." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be a bald donkey from Muru Temple. Dou Changan cheered up and said playfully: "Who helped you come up with the name Fa Yu?"

"The master of the little monk. Fa Yu replied truthfully.

"Which bald donkey from Muru Temple is your master?" Dou Changan glanced at the gray-robed monk and continued, "Help you come up with such a name. ”

Fa Yu replied respectfully: "The master has lived in seclusion for many years, and he usually does not go out of the temple for half a step, and the seniors are afraid that they will not know him." ”

"Eh, do you know that most of the old bald donkeys on the top of Muru Temple know me. The middle-aged man was smug, then changed his words, and said: "But the old bald donkey of Na Huiping is a little similar to you, and he won't let go of a dumb fart, and he smiles brighter than the wildflowers on the side of the road." ”

"Hey, senior, it turns out that you and Shizun are friends?" Fa Yu was calm, not angry but happy.

This time it was Dou Changan's turn to be slightly stunned, he looked up and down at the young monk in gray robe with his light gaze without a trace, and retracted his gaze after an instant.

"It's not just a friend, your old bald donkey master still owes Lao Tzu a drink. Dou Changan said angrily.

Fa foolishly smiled and said nothing, he didn't know how to answer for a while, and he couldn't help but have a question in his heart, the monks have never been drunk and meaty, and the master and his old man are even more strict about themselves, how can they drink and break their vows, and the middle-aged man in front of him has a very shallow relationship with the master.

"Senior Dou, why are you taking a nap here, isn't Long Gongzi's ship just ahead?" Bai Yun looked along the river, and two figures walked out of the deck from the cabin and leaned on the side of the ship, it was Long Haotian and his personal maid Qiuli.

"I don't know why, I always feel uncomfortable staying with those gentlemen, the man surnamed Long said that he would wait for you here, so the old man simply got off the boat to find a place to cool off, and saved Wang Ba from staring at the mung bean on the boat. Dou Changan said unabashedly.