In the past, Li Zishan secretly brought Jiuhua Pill from his father, and quietly left Feilai Peak, always coming and going in a hurry, for fear that the idler would gossip behind his father's back, this is the first time in the Lanyue Pavilion and Baiyun grinding the skin for so long, half a jar of daughter red belly, this gentleman on the Bunxia Mountain cheeks crimson, suddenly remembered that today to take care of the Dan furnace for his father, so he staggered up and left, drunk.

Bai Yun didn't go to help Zhang Zishan, his legs took root and always sat on the ground, just looked at Zhang Zishan's figure gradually moving away, half a jar of daughter red he and Zhang Zishan each drank half, although the liquor was strong, but it didn't enter the throat, far from the situation where the two of them drank half a jar and fell asleep, Bai Yun naturally understood that wine is not intoxicating and self-intoxicating, and some wine can only wake up by itself.

Bai Yun shook the daughter red who still had half a jar left, and some of them were still unfinished, but they probably felt that the good wine had to be tasted slowly, such a cow chewing peonies and swallowing dates was an act of burning the qin and boiling the crane, and these aged wines were all treasures that Li Feng had treasured for many years, and if he drank one jar, he would lose one jar, so he covered it with a red cloth again, so that he could taste it carefully when he was full of Yaxing next time.

The wind on the Lanyue Pavilion is always unpredictable, this time there is a gust of demon wind, Bai Yun can't open his eyes for a moment, and the white cloth wrapped in the sword on the side of the hook drifts away with the wind, falling into the forest in the distance, and after the demon wind calms down, Bai Yun hugged the daughter of the remaining half of the jar, and walked out of the Lanyue Pavilion with a sword, looking for the white cloth that blew without a trace.

A few days ago, after the snow all over the mountains melted overnight, the ensuing spring breeze seemed to dye the whole Jixia Mountain with green ink, and the white clouds used the gods to open the flowers and plants that sprouted like spring shoots, but there was no trace of the white cloth.

The breeze bent many flowers and plants, and the white clouds swept away, and finally saw the white, white cloth hanging on a seedling about thirty paces away.

When Bai Yun approached, he found a lonely grave made of fragments of gravel, and in front of the grave was a stone monument standing among the barren mountains and grass.

Bai Yun picked up the white cloth hanging on the seedlings in front of the grave, and squatted down again, very curious about whose grave this lonely grave was, and why it was buried here.

"The sword god is clothed and mounded. Bai Yun read the inscription on the stone tablet word by word, without a name or surname.

It turned out that this nameless lonely tomb was a clothed mound, and there were some vines growing on the stone tablet, and Bai Yun reached out to help this lonely tomb clean up.

"Jixia Sword God?" Bai Yun said to himself, he has been on Jixia Mountain for so many years, and he has never heard of any sword gods in Jixia Mountain, but Wu Feixia entered Southern Xinjiang alone, and beheaded 1,800 barbarian heads with a sword under the grief and anger of losing his beloved, and the deeds of entering Tiangang in World War I are like thunder.

"Who is this sword god called Wind Sword Heart, why is he buried on Feilai Peak?" Bai Yun had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he couldn't delve into it, and when he saw that this well-dressed mound was overgrown with weeds on all sides, he put down his daughter Hong in his hand and used his god to sweep the weeds around.

After working for more than half an hour to clean up the weeds around the lonely grave, Bai Yun patted the dust on his palms and sat down next to the stone tablet of the clothed tomb.

For white clouds

The cuffs wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and looked down at the cold tombstone, although it was just an empty mound of clothes, but it made him feel in his heart, this sword god looked at the rivers and lakes before his death, and finally couldn't escape the fate of turning into a cluster of yellow sand in the wind and disappearing. What are people asking for in this big dye vat? Bai Yun remembered what the man who had ridden a sword had said, this river and lake is very boring, and it is time to live in the present and have fun.

"This river and lake is very boring, live in the moment and have fun?" Bai Yun muttered repeatedly, he didn't have too much reluctance about the river and lake under the mountain, after experiencing how the river and lake were undercurrent, but he felt more and more that the days on the mountain were precious.

Bai Yun put the god on his knees, took out the white cloth that was blown away by the demon wind, and meticulously wrapped the white cloth around the sword of the god.

The four fields are sudden, there are fluttering white butterflies falling in front of the grave, Baiyun bites the white cloth with his teeth, holds the god with one hand, and wraps the white cloth back and forth around the body of the god sword, probably because he feels that this well-dressed mound is lonely, I don't know how many years with the wild grass has been with him, Bai Yun talked to the clothed mound while wrapping the sword.

"Is it difficult to be the number one sword god in the world?" Bai Yun asked meaningfully knowing that he would not get a response.

"It's easier than climbing to the sky and picking the moon. Bai Yun asked himself.

The white cloth wrapped the entire body of the god tightly and the sword body tightly, only revealing the tip of the sword, and the white clouds stood in front of the tombstone of the clothed mound, and his eyes fell on the remaining half of the altar on the daughter red, and then looked down at the clothes and mounds that had been abandoned for a long time, and immediately picked up the altar of daughter red, and generously lifted the red cloth hijab.

Although Bai Yun didn't know who the owner of this clothed mound was, since someone erected a mound for him on Jixia Mountain, so that he could return to his hometown after death, and the tombstone clearly wrote the four characters of Jixia Sword God, presumably this sword god was also a pivotal figure in Jixia Mountain during his lifetime, and he couldn't be wrong.

"Senior, I don't know if you're good or not. Bai Yun's hand holding the wine jar was slightly tilted, and the amber wine was sprinkled in front of the tombstone, and the aroma of wine filled the mountains and forests.

Bai Yun, who was still distressed about the tyrannical destruction of heavenly things before, gave a toast to the clothed mound that he didn't know before: "Senior, I went down the mountain a while ago, there is a middle-aged man who is the same as you is the sword god of the wilderness, and he is called Dou Xian'er on the rivers and lakes, he is full of evil and crooked, saying that if you don't drink, you will die, this is a major matter of human life, where does someone only practice swords and don't drink, then I think he is old and not serious, but now I think about it, it is a good word, where is there a reason to wave no ink?"

Bai Yun laughed, toasted the mound and took another sip, put a nest head brought out in the morning on the grave, and sprinkled a circle of daughter red: "Senior, delicious and delicious." ”

The lonely mound looked like a lonely white cloud, and he remembered the brown-haired bear that was alive and lawless, and raised the jar and poured it down until the jar was empty.

The wine rushed up, and Bai Yun fell asleep beside the mound in a daze.

The breeze blows, when the white clouds are muddy again

When he opened his eyes, he vaguely saw a blurred brown sitting beside him, rubbed his eyes, and the smell of wine disappeared a lot, and when he saw the brown clearly, he cried with joy, and slapped his face twice, the pain was like fire, and he knew that he was not dreaming, and the whole person suddenly jumped up: "Little monster!"

The brown flicker rushed into Bai Yun's arms, and Bai Yun sat on the ground unexpectedly.

A person and a bear reunited after a long absence, but Bai Yun was in tears, he pushed the little monster away, and said angrily: "Where did you go?

The little monster slumped his head and whimpered in a low voice, Bai Yun's eyes fell on the back of the little monster's cocooned scar, his heart was like a pinprick, and his tone softened a little and said, "The injury is better?"

The little monster knows human nature, and nodded his head, and the scarlet mark on his eyebrows is obviously much brighter than before.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the little monster, Bai Yun couldn't bear to blame him more, stood up and pulled out the shroud planted in front of the clothed mound, and said in a gentle tone: "Let's go, go home, and eat braised pork." ”

Feilai Peak finally changed back to that Feilai Peak, the shadow of a man and a bear passed through the shade of the rippling trees, starting from the meeting of Pingshui and returning to the plain.

Mu Sheng worked for the chief chef of Feilaifeng for a long time, the real owner finally came back to take over the stove, the days on Feilaifeng seem to have returned to the front, whenever the stove rises a faint green smoke, there is always a wolf, a cat and a bear in front of the kitchen window, after chopping the ears of the large pieces, they have made birds scattered, a happy and leisurely scene, compared to the mountain to be a hundred times more down-to-earth.

It stands to reason that Baiyun does not have to go to the fire egg pool to touch the stones after entering the string realm, but he saw that there was not much fire pebbles left in the kitchen, so he picked up the old bamboo basket that had accompanied him through seven spring and autumn years, and led the little monster to the purple bamboo forest in the back mountain.

The refreshing breeze across the mountains and fields blew the young man's cheeks, his temples were flying and high-spirited, this old basket was still so awkward, Bai Yun had to straighten up slightly and adjust his walking posture, this old basket was repaired no less than ten times, but Bai Yun was reluctant to replace it with a new one, although there is no god in things, people have affection, for him every grass and tree that flies to the peak is emotional, not to mention the old things that accompany him through the wind and rain.

The purple bamboo forest because of the heavy snow a while ago, the purple bamboo in the forest crushed a lot, and the purple bamboo shoots in the mountains have emerged in the spring back to the earth, which is also a breathtaking wonder of the world, and the hawthorn forest planted by Dou Changan at the foot of Vientiane Mountain has the same effect.

Baiyun is not too obsessed with the scenery in front of him, every year in the late winter and spring solstice purple bamboo forest is such a scene, it has long been accustomed to seeing it, when going out Baiyun specially grabbed a handful of almonds in the kitchen, this time it all fell into the palm of the little monster, let it honestly guard the fire egg pool, since returning from the mountain after the little monster is much more settled than before, this time holding a lot of almonds next to a purple bamboo, its fun is endless.

Bai Yun untied his shirt, revealing a bronze body plate tempered by several spring and autumn periods, and plunged into the fire egg

The pond was filled with baskets back and forth before going ashore to rest.

Looking at the basket full of fire pebbles, Bai Yun estimated that it was enough to burn for a while, and he would continue to touch it after it was burned.

Bai Yun's eyes were wandering in the purple bamboo forest, and when he saw the little monster gnawing on the almond kernel on the side, he smiled from his heart, and suddenly remembered the drunkard old man who had taught him swordsmanship, and muttered: "I haven't seen Senior Ren for a few days." ”

(End of chapter)