The autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is always rainy, misty and misty, dripping, with a wisp of sadness, just like melting the sorrow of countless people, making people refuse but can't help but be intoxicated, just like loneliness, accustomed to it, but hateful.

Liu Baiyi sat upstairs in a restaurant, looking out of the building, looking at the river, and looking at the rain.

"Good wine. ”

He poured a glass of warm old wine, sandwiched a piece of mutton and slowly put it in his mouth, then took a few sips and drank the wine.

At this time, there were scattered figures upstairs and empty, except for Xiao Er and the shopkeeper, he was the only one.

Like the rain, he looked at the autumn rain in his heart, and an inexplicable meaning also rose, lingering in his heart, lingering, like loneliness, and as if, a little lonely.

There are no waves on the surface of the river, but there are waves in his heart.

But all this disappeared after the warm old wine had entered the throat.

He looked at the sword beside the table, and beside it there was a glass of wine, which he had just added.

"There are very few in the world, and I can't imagine that you are the only one who can drink with me. ”

Liu Baiyi smiled, raised the wine cup in his hand and said to the autumn water cold, and then drank it all again.

The weirdo who talks to the sword, the weirdo who drinks with the sword, how obsessed with the sword must be to be so, to be so delusional.

There is less than half a month before the March appointment, he returned from the Tianshan Mountains, turned south and down, he has seen the autumn in the north, the sky kills, everything is smashed, and now, he wants to see the autumn in the south, the sorrow of the south of the Yangtze River.

"It's really cold. ”

Liu Baiyi sighed with his eyes, if the autumn in the north takes away the vitality of all things, then the autumn in the south consumes people's hearts.

In his life, except for his parents and the old man, there was no one close to him, and he was lonely all his life, and he had no lovers.

He was silent when he thought of the eyes of the Demon Sect Leader on the day of his defeat, and the look in the eyes of the girl when she took the full moon scimitar.

"Perhaps, one day I will do the same. ”

Liu Baiyi muttered to himself, and slowly put down the wine cup in his hand.

"It's just that I'm afraid that there will be no one to collect my body for me, and I will die alone in a dark corner, slowly decomposing and turning into bones, or being eaten by wild dogs...... In contrast, I envy you. ”

Liu Baiyi watched the drizzle on the river and slowly became distracted.

"It's a pity that my way can only be walked alone. ”

For a long time, when the wine was exhausted, there was no one there, and some only had a silver ingot, and a plain word dispersed into the sorrow of Jiangnan.

In the rain, no one noticed that an ethereal figure like a flying fairy stepped out of the restaurant in the distance, and then flew straight down, flew to the river, stepped on tiptoe a few times, and then slowly walked down the river, walking slowly.

......

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

......

A rhythmic voice, a girl with a resolute face, she held a sword in her hand, she was stabbing leaves, leaves in the rain, the rain could not block her vision, could not stop her sword, one, two, pierced, nine and ten, and then the sky was full of fallen leaves.

She stopped, and the sword shadow in the sky was suddenly retracted, and then she stood with the sword, and the leaves falling in the sky had an extra sword edge.

At this time, she subconsciously looked at the river not far away, and there happened to be a person on the river looking at her, the person's hair was wet with rain, his clothes were also wet with rain, and he was dripping with water, and he stood quietly on the lake.

"Who taught you your swordsmanship?"

The man spoke, twenty or thirty feet away, through the rain curtain, across the river, and his voice was very cold, like this cool rain, and then fell on her ears.

"My mother left it. ”

The girl opened her mouth crisply, she was also wet by the rain, a fisherman girl by the river, her clothes were all coarse cloth.

The man walked slowly from the river, as if he were walking on the ground, slowly, but quickly, slowly, his pace, fast, the distance under his feet or the speed, and in two steps he was standing in front of the girl.

Only then did the girl see that the person in front of her had white hair covered with dripping water, a mask on his face, and a sword held horizontally behind his back.

The man was looking at her hand, which had been cut by a fishing net, and had many calluses.

And the sword in the girl's hand was just a rusty sword, like a piece of iron, just like Ah Fei back then.

The man's gaze stayed on the sword body for a long time, and on the sword jaw for a long time, there were two words on it, Gongsun.

"What's your name?"

For some reason, the girl didn't have the slightest intention of refusal or resistance in her heart, just because she felt that the person in front of her had no malicious intent.

"Xiaoyu. ”

She replied, and the two of them stood in the rain.

The man nodded.

"Where's your father?"

The man asked again.

"A-Niang is sick and dead, I haven't seen my father. ”

The girl seemed to be a little cold, and her lips were a little white.

"That's right. ”

The man's eyes flickered for a moment after speaking, and then his body quickly leaped towards the market in the distance, and it didn't take long for him to leap back again, and in his hand, there was already an extra food box.

Not far away, in front of a dilapidated low house, the girl stood under the eaves.

The man walked slowly, looked at the empty room, sat down on top of a pile of dead grass without paying attention, and then opened the food boxes one by one.

"I'll teach you swordsmanship. ”

Under the strange words, a plate of fragrant side dishes was served.

In an illusion, the girl seemed to be able to see a toothy smile under the mask, and then unconsciously picked up the chopsticks.

......

"Try drawing a square with your left hand and a circle with your right hand. ”

Liu Baiyi sat cross-legged by the river and said to the girl who was squatting on the ground and drawing patterns.

It's just that the girl writes with her left and right hands at the same time, and they are different, and in the blink of an eye, two poems are carved into the soil.

Liu Baiyi's eyes slowly opened, and his eyes behind the mask showed a hint of discoloration.

It took him three years, and the girl, who was less than ten years old, only two days.

"Good. ”

A cold word spat out, and the girl smiled when she heard it, and the curvature of her eyes was like two small crescents.

"In the future, don't trust others easily. ”

Liu Baiyi looked at the girl's innocent smile and was silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"No one, including me. ”

After saying that, he emphasized again.

The girl nodded, then shook her head again.

"If, in the future, you step into the rivers and lakes, you must know that strength is everything, and life and death are the truth. ”

After Liu Baiyi finished speaking, his figure rose into the air and fell straight into the river, Qingfeng in his hand silently unsheathed, and then the tip of the sword pointed at the river, and suddenly the lake surface rippled with the tip of the sword as the center, and then turned into a whirlpool, he turned his body again, and the sword blade slashed, only to see that the surging river was separated by the direction pointed by the tip of the sword, and ran through the river, lasting less than half a breath before it closed.

On this day, many people claim to have seen an immortal come to the world, dancing swords on the river, and turning the river to make the tide.