For a few days in a row, Su Changmo was "coerced" by Xia Ling to go to Beishan early in the morning, loosening his muscles and bones in the snow, invigorating his qi and blood, the girl's hands became heavier and heavier, and Su Changmo's injuries were also more serious every time, but the young man's mood was obviously much better, although he was in a daze from time to time, but he was not as sluggish as before.

Su Changmo tried to build a snowman once, but he only pinched a palm-sized snowball and felt uncomfortable, lost interest, and lay in the thick snow in front of the restaurant, staring at the snowflakes that smashed into his eyes.

The first time Su Changmo built a snowman in the heavy snow, it was because the storyteller said that when the New Year is approaching, build a snowman at the door of the house, and there will be deceased relatives who will come home from the underworld to spend the New Year together.

When he heard this, Su Changmo was just seven years old, and the snow was up to the boy's knees that year, Su Changmo couldn't walk an inch, let alone build a snowman, but the boy really missed his father and mother in his heart, so he struggled in the deep snow alone, that day, it was Tang Ying who gathered Xu Jingmo and others to help Su Changmo build two snowmen the same size as the teenagers, a man and a woman, and Su Changmo painted one of them with the rouge stolen by Tang Ying.

At that time, Sun Buliu and Qi Ziyin were also there, Qi Ziyin was the strongest and contributed the most, and Sun Buliu sang "Summoning Spirits" for a long time in front of the two snowmen, which was a small song only sung when the rich and noble people in the town were sacrificing.

That night, Su Changmo secretly ran out in the middle of the night and lay down among the two snowmen for a whole night, and was personally picked up by the old man the next day.

For so many years, the snowman built by the teenagers has never melted into a winter, and then it has become a small town wonder, and now that I think about it, it should be inseparable from the old gentleman.

Su Changmo struggled to get up from the snow pit, shaking his clothes, Xia Ling was dressed in black, his sleeves were hunting, and the young man smiled slightly.

Xia Ling glanced at Su Changmo and then turned back to stare at the distant mountains and snow, what a cheap billet, more and more durable, the exercises taught by Na Da Ge, are they not tailor-made for him?

Su Changmo also didn't say a word, detoured to the girl's side, sat on the bluestone with his clothes on, his legs hanging in the air, and Xia Ling was the same, but between the two, they were more than three feet apart.

The young man took out the "Outside the Sky" that he had taken from his arms last time in the Library Pavilion, his expression was focused, Xia Ling caught a glimpse of Su Changmo's action of taking the book in his arms, and felt a little funny, what an elm head, I don't know how many things to ask for from Na Da Ge?

In the past few days, after the feeding is over, the two of them will sit on the stone in the snow, one in a daze to enjoy the scenery, the other to read silently, as for going home, there is no hurry.

Xia Ling actually wanted to build a snowman, although she hadn't built it or seen it, it shouldn't be difficult to think about it, but when Su Changmo tried to build a snowman a few days ago, Xia Ling could see it clearly upstairs, and then the girl didn't speak. Su Changmo, who was lying in the snow that day, also caught a glimpse of Xia Ling at the window, the boy until the girl was about to leave, and he wanted to keep the snowman if he built a snowman, maybe he could stay with Miss Xia for one more day with a word, and it should be the most appropriate at that time.

Su Changmo didn't know anything about the girl's dislike, and he only felt that the book in his hand was really good.

A "boundless wind and moon" allows the young man to walk all over the world without leaving the town, and a "two or three things" is even more sad in the world, so that Su Changmo can see more beautiful things in the world, and this "outside the sky" is completely different from the first two, even the words on the book are dragon flying and phoenix dancing, strong and sharp, the article is extremely chic and freehand, the stories in the book are mostly the lofty dreams of some villains in the world, it seems that everyone does not ask whether the ending comes true, only wants what they think in their hearts is high enough, far enough.

From life to death in one breath, he went straight to his original intention, all without regrets until death.

Su Changmo was full of enthusiasm, it turned out that he was not old in his ambition, he had a dream regardless of whether he was high or low, he was born as a human being, in addition to the "small self" and the "big me".

There is a weak-crowned young man, who is in ruin, has practiced martial arts for ten years, and goes to the border pass, only one bloody battle, killing 3,000 enemies, and has no return.

There are weak scholars, poor all their lives, countless poems and books, tossing and turning, footprints all over the world, hundreds of disciples, all of them are pillars, on the day of death, still in the school, shouting a sentence "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming, silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor ......"

There are those who visit the immortals and ask the Taoists, who have saved the dead and helped the wounded, hoeed the strong and helped the weak, and educated the people's livelihood, countless times, and finally achieved the day-to-day ascension with a body of merit.

There are so many men and women, and a lot of Lingyun's ambitions, which faintly makes Su Changmo feel that if he doesn't do this, he will be disappointed in this life.

Between Su Changmo's heart lake, the villain in white shook his head, staggering, like the tumbler spinning non-stop, surrounded by the sound of Su Changmo reciting books, suddenly stood still, the villain in white threw out the long sword in his hand, and went towards Su Changmo's eyebrows, and scolded angrily: "Quarrel and kill people every day." ”

A bell rang between heaven and earth, and suddenly exploded, Su Changmo instantly closed the book and got up, Xia Ling clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the two of them were excited.

The girl picked up Su Changmo and swept towards the restaurant.

There is a teenager who breaks seven tricks in a day, and he still doesn't know it.

There are scholars who have passed away in the world and disappeared.

Su Changmo and Xia Ling stood in front of Da Ge, dazed, and tears rained down.

Although the storyteller himself didn't like it, but looking at the deep and long spiritual power of his cultivation, how could he be above the Yuan Infant, how could he die suddenly, Xia Ling frowned, and his heart was mixed for a while.

Su Changmo stood in front of the old gentleman's door, silent, tears streaming down his face, all this came too suddenly, the young man obviously couldn't accept it, they just left, why didn't you leave without saying a word.

Obviously, he just finished telling himself the story of Xiao Ran yesterday, telling himself that the prime minister of the first dynasty who was degraded and exiled still couldn't escape the end of being assassinated by the emperor's personal guards halfway. Obviously, I touched the top of my head and told myself that I could see the good in the world, and I also had to see the evil in the world, why didn't I ask myself if I understood it, remembered it, and suddenly disappeared without a trace?

Da Ge stood behind the young man with his sleeves folded and waited for a long time before speaking softly.

"Although the old gentleman is a metaphysical cultivator, and the realm is not low, but the physique is special, the life span is no different from ordinary people, and the limit is approaching, he returned to the town earlier than in previous years, he doesn't want to see you sad, so he has not told you, today he has reached the limit, but also to use his secret method to wipe it out, and you are not allowed to stand on the grave and mourn, scholars, love to be exquisite, you have to be a person regardless of life and death, the breeze on your sleeves, come and go quietly. ”

Su Changmo looked at the empty room and said in a trembling voice: "The bell that Uncle Da said is also related to the old gentleman?"

"In the Confucius Temple, there is a bell hidden very deeply, there are few people who know, every time there is a great merit between heaven and earth who dies, it will ring for a long time, the old gentleman has walked in the world for a hundred years, countless good deeds, the day of the limit, it must be the alarm bell ringing, telling the world the sorrow of heaven and earth. ”

Su Changmo wiped away his tears and said bitterly: "A storyteller, what great merit can he have." ”

Da Ge said in a deep voice: "The story in the mouth, the story speaker, who is that person?"

Su Changmo hesitated and looked back at Da Ge, "Uncle means that Mr.'s story is about himself?"

Da Gemo was silent, Su Changmo was a little distracted, is Xiao Ran also a gentleman? So many stories are all done by Mr.?

"He came here to know early that you are the seeds of the future avenue, and to tell the story here is more edifying, so that you can practice in the future, and you can also make a good son of righteousness, not to be chilled by the ruthless indifference on the road of cultivation, speaking of which, he has protected you all the way until now, and then was safely taken away by various sects, this is the last part of his life. ”

Su Changmo's unstoppable tears burst here.

"You are competing for opportunities in the town, intentionally or unintentionally, he has made good connections for you outside the town, and I don't know how many sects circling outside the town have been visited for months, so the old man, it took a lot of effort to think about it, so that he could live for two or three years, otherwise he might be able to live for two or three years. ”

Su Changmo turned around and stared straight at Da Ge with a pair of teary eyes, "Sir, he was really killed by us?"

Da Ge pressed the young man's shoulder, "What nonsense, she made this choice for the sake of all beings in the world, not for anyone, you think of Mr. as small, don't you?"

"Really?"

Da Ge nodded lightly: "I don't know what he planned for you, but he took so much pains to not want you to live up to him, I know." ”

The old gentleman has many good deeds, and the only thing he wants.

Su Changmo raised his head and said, "Uncle Da, what does Mr. want us to do?" The young man's words were fierce and categorical, and he protected him with his life, how could he live up to it if he couldn't say thank you!

"You have to understand for yourselves. ”

Su Changmo sat in the position where the old gentleman often sits, gently stroking the wine glass in front of him, in fact, the old gentleman has always liked not the "Eighteen Immortals" that Tang Ying thought they thought, but "Sangluo" and "Xinfeng".

Da Ge pushed the old gentleman's awakening wood in front of Su Changmo's eyes, "This is left to you by the old gentleman, saying that he doesn't have any good things, and I want you to keep it as a clear offering for reading and writing." ”

"I cheated so much wine, so this wine money is inevitably cheaper. You have to keep the account, and you have to pay it back later!"

Da Ge and Xia Ling retreated, wanting to push the door out, Su Changmo at this time should want to be alone.

Su Changmo suddenly said when Da Ge closed the door: "Uncle Da, the bell has passed, shouldn't we also go." ”

"Don't worry, build a snowman another day. ”

Su Changmo smiled bitterly at Da Ge and nodded slightly.

The old gentleman's narrow room was extraordinarily large today, and Su Chang lay on the table, burying his face deep between his arms.

The old gentleman said, "Between the ups and downs of the waking wood, the pages of life are turned." ”

On the top of Yuntao Mountain, a young Taoist priest in a purple robe appeared out of thin air, with starry eyebrows and handsome eyes, and a splendid crane behind the robe was lifelike.

The young Taoist sneezed one sneeze after another, and muttered to himself: "Daoist, I like it so much? ”

The young Taoist waved his sleeves to disperse the clouds in front of him, touched his chin and said leisurely: "In a small place, to such an elegant restaurant, the water in the world comes from the sky, isn't 'the water and clouds' intended between heaven and earth, wonderful, wonderful, this shopkeeper is a little interesting." ”

As he spoke, the Taoist dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

In the restaurant, the young Taoist stepped in and said loudly: "Uncle driving age, you dolls still don't serve warm wine?"

Chu Xing looked puzzled, and sat down with Dao Ye, "What kind of wine does the guest officer order?"

The young Taoist looked around, stared at the liquor license hanging behind the counter, whispered silently, and then suddenly got up, gave a thumbs up, and said in a deep voice: "Ya, Daya, damn, the shopkeeper is a talent." ”

Chu Xing's body trembled.

In the restaurant, someone said: "Joy lingers in the heart of 'Xinfeng'." ”