In the small Pingshui City, something big happened.

It was the news from the county government this morning: Rong Zhexing, the county governor, died in the line of duty.

The people in Pingshui City all know this approachable Rong Du Lieutenant, and the travelers who come to Pingshui have also heard that this Rong Du Captain's martial arts talent is different from ordinary people-why did he suddenly die in the line of duty?

No one is stunned, no one is not sideways.

Especially when I saw the old parents of the Rong family trembling and walking to the county mansion, lying on the plain white cloth sheet and crying bitterly.

In this south of the Nanjiang River, where there is no war, how can there be such a thing of white-haired people sending black-haired people?

No one sighed.

But what did they do?

For the old parents who lost the pillars of the family, the sentence 'mourning and change' has no other meaning than ridicule and sarcasm.

Only the old county guard, who has passed his prime, can pat the old parents on the shoulder with pity and sigh 'Du Wei is not filial'.

In Pingshui City, which is not small, there is also a small thing.

The diners who went to eat at the Rainbow Carp Restaurant today were surprised to find that the white dress that should have been standing behind the account counter turned into a red skirt.

Bai Xiucai is gone.

The diner who had a good thing asked the shopkeeper in the red skirt where Bai Xiucai went. The shopkeeper smiled differently than before, but said lightly that he seemed to have contacted his relatives in his hometown, and left for his hometown to visit relatives last night. Some diners who love to gossip on weekdays heard a little mystery: Didn't Bai Xiucai's hometown be demolished by the military and barbarians?

The diners couldn't figure it out, but when they saw that the shopkeeper's expression was unnatural, they didn't ask much.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Brother Sun, who had opened an embroidery and weapons shop in the north corner of the city, came to the Hongli Pavilion to eat pastries, and inadvertently talked about Bai Xiucai's visit to his shop this morning. The crowd was immediately interested, and quietly asked him to make it clear. The old brother Sun shrugged his shoulders and said briefly in a few words. That Bai Xiucai was already standing at the door when the store opened this morning, holding a small jar of rice wine in his hand, saying that he wanted to buy a saber and wear it on his waist. Then Brother Sun asked him, you are a bookkeeper on weekdays, what kind of saber do you want? Bai Xiucai said that he was about to leave, and he might have to wander outside for a while, so he should be more steady. Brother Sun was stunned for a moment, and asked him if the shopkeeper knew about this? Bai Xiucai thought about it and said that he knew. Brother Sun didn't ask too much, and took down an iron sword from the equipment rack in the store that didn't look luxurious, but the casting process was quite good, and handed it to Bai Xiucai. Bai Xiucai asked him how much it was, but he said that he was usually taken care of by a lot of restaurants, so he didn't charge money. Bai Xiucai didn't say much, just hugged his fist at him, said 'thank you', and then turned to leave. After that, Brother Sun didn't see Bai Xiucai.

The diners nodded, combined with what the shopkeeper said before, it seemed that Bai Xiucai was indeed going home. It's a pity that this is really a pity, in the past few years of eating in this rainbow carp restaurant, they are all used to having a figure in white clothes behind the account - it is a little funny to say, seeing that white clothes, they will have the illusion that they are drinking tea and listening to poetry in a noble mansion from time to time, rather than like they are drinking and eating meat happily.

And looking at the unnatural look of the shopkeeper, it should be a little unaccustomed. Obviously, I saw her walking side by side with him on the street a few days ago, but she will be the only one in the future, so she will definitely not be used to it.

Hey, but now it's the turn of the shopkeeper of the 'pond', right?

Everyone talked and talked, haha a few times, and laughed over.

......

The breeze blew lightly on the small mound that was not high.

The towering old locust tree swayed with new green leaves.

It's autumn.

The man in a white robe stood under the tree, his blue-black hair fluttering in the wind on his temples, adding a bit of grace to his already jade tree's windy figure.

He stretched out his right palm and gently pressed it against the stout puppet tree.

Three years ago, it was decadent.

Three years later, it withered and returned to spring.

But now I'm sorry to say sorry to you.

The white clothes seemed to have a wry smile.

His dark eyes flickered with a mysterious light.

Then, I saw that the green new leaves turned yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, withering and falling one by one, and the towering tree also turned into the bare old tree three years ago.

An invisible fortune that ordinary people could not see, slowly swam from the puppet tree to the white-clothed right palm, and along his meridians, and finally overflowed from his left palm, seeping into the seemingly simple and impermanent iron sword.

Three years ago, he was determined to be the 'Bai Xiucai', so he gave all the luck and divine energy that he had cultivated for more than ten years to this locust tree, which was already rare among people, and the old tree was newly bloomed, and he only left a little confidence and the Qimen technique that he couldn't forget.

Three years later, he had to be 'Wang Manxiu' again, and he could only retrieve that luck spirit from Lao Shu again - without this move, his martial arts realm could only be a small hundred people with half a bucket of water.

But if so......

Suddenly, Bai Yi was slightly stunned - the Qi of Fortune coming from his right palm was a little richer than when he put it in three years ago.

Everything in the world has a spirit, how can the grass and trees be without a spirit.

In the past three years, have you also cultivated Qimen?

Bai Yi smiled lightly and left a cent of the deed in the puppet tree.

A green leaf, left on the bare branch.

He turned and flicked the iron sword in his hand. It is simple, but it is not impermanent.

The white-clothed physique that had never cultivated Qimen in the past three years was no longer as good as before, and if he collected all the Qimen skills into his body in one go, he would only end up with the dantian overturned and the seven orifices bleeding.

I'll work hard for you to help me carry some of it.

He smiled at the iron sword and wore it around his waist.

Raise your head and look at the wheat field in front of you.

It's not a sea of gold anymore, it's just brown dirt.

Bai Yi bent down and picked up the jar of rice wine that was placed at his feet.

I opened the lid and smelled the aroma of wine.

Then, it was slowly sprinkled on the dirt slope.

This was the last place he saw him.

"Brother Rong, the best Huang Kang of the Rainbow Carp Pavilion, I can't afford to invite it for a while. ”

Bai Yi sighed softly, as if smiling rather than smiling.

"I have to ask you to wait for a long time. ”

......

At night, Pingshui County is as quiet as ever.

Wearing an iron sword at his waist, he walked slowly on the familiar street.

Before leaving this Pingshui, he still has someone to meet.

A person who can only play the piano in that Manyan courtyard.

Although there should be a closer road to get to Namanyan-in...... But he still walked on this most familiar street, this street that would definitely pass by the top restaurant in Pingshui County.

Stopped, turned sideways, and looked at the black-background signboard with the three golden letters 'Rainbow Carp Pavilion'.

Then, he moved his gaze down slightly and landed on her in a red dress.

Bai Yi raised the corners of his mouth: "You are really still here." ”

Zhu Skirt also raised the corners of her lips: "You really won't say goodbye." ”

As she spoke, she waved her hand and tossed him a small, glowing object.

The white clothes caught the small object that was glowing, and looked at it with the faint moonlight.

It turned out to be a gold ingot.

Bai Yi was stunned.

"Entanglement on the road. She smiled lightly and shook her fan gently, "Don't stay in that Manyan courtyard for a while." ”

Bai Yi was slightly stunned, shook his head and smiled: "No." ”

Then he bent down and wrote: "Thank you—"

"You Qian. ”

He looked up and saw the shopkeeper standing against the wall, his lips moving slightly.

"You Qian, that's my name. ”

Bai Yi nodded, blinked, and clasped his fists with both hands: "No, Wang Manxiu, thank you, girl!"

Zhu Skirt was stunned for a moment and smiled lightly.

"Wang Manxiu, even if you can't be that Bai Xiucai in the future, it's good that you can come back and be a diner. ”

"If you don't even have time to come back, it's good to send a letter or two. ”

"After you leave, Xiao Li, I must pester me every day to ask Brother Bai when he will come back, and you don't know how much she likes you. I certainly can't say you won't come back from this trip......"

"Everyone in the store is going to miss you. Maybe the regular diners will too, so you ......."

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Skirt finally stopped talking, just stood against the wall, and sighed lightly.

"On the road, remember to be careful. ”

Bai Xiucai smiled lightly and stood with his hands clenched into fists.

"Please take care, shopkeeper. ”

After saying that, the white cloth turned around and walked farther and farther down the street until he disappeared without looking back.

Only the red skirt was left looking at the street, revealing a wry smile.

The beauty of the country, benevolence and morality.

You can do both.

I can't help it.

......

A bright moon hangs in the sky.

The wooden window was open, allowing the moonlight to splash in front of her.

A white dress, a veil.

Slender fingers gently plucked the strings, and the voice was soft and graceful.

The song is like "Seeing the Departure from the People", and the feelings are like "Farewell to the Separated People".

Sometimes joyful, sometimes desolate.

The strings snapped and the piano stopped.

The night breeze was blowing, and a white dress fluttered slightly.

She didn't look away, just pursed her lips and whispered, "Going?"

He turned around and looked out the window at the moonlight: "I'm leaving." ”

"Then let's go. She said lightly, "Don't forget to take it with you, though." ”

Bai Yi turned his face sideways and looked at the mahogany desk with the teacup.

stepped forward and slowly pulled out the drawer, allowing the moonlight to sprinkle on the cold jade dagger.

He already knew.

I knew it from the first time I met her in Pingshui.

She is not a lotus flower, and she cannot get out of the mud without staining.

She's not the same person she used to be.

And now she doesn't want him to see it.

The two met in Pingshui, which was a blessing for him and a curse for her.

Since she first saw him in Pingshui, she had thoughts of suicide.

That's why he came to this Manyan Courtyard almost every day to tell her that even if you were no longer in the past, I would still know you - at the same time, he was also telling her that with me in Pingshui for a day, you were not allowed to die.

He had long expected that there was a dagger under the desk where the tea was served.

He didn't expect her to let him take the dagger.

But he didn't ask, but reached out and picked up the dagger, and put it in his clothes.

Walk to the window and open your mouth slightly.

"Yue'er, I don't regret meeting you here in Pingshui. ”

After speaking, the white clothes swept away.

She turned sideways, looked at the empty window, and slowly lifted the veil from her face, revealing the unbearable scar on her face.

Raising his head, he looked at the starry night sky, and smiled softly, as if it was desolate.

"This time, you can't be too late. ”