Zhang Xiaoyu sighed at the bridge.
Today is already the third day.
But the sword marks on his face still appear from time to time.
The only thing that made him feel more relieved was.
After looking at it for a long time, it doesn't seem so ugly.
There was some movement from the side of the pool.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked back and saw that Chen Huaifeng, who had left in a hurry earlier, had returned.
He was just holding a cup of wolfberry tea, frowning, looking very distressed.
Zhang Xiaoyu gloated and asked, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Huaifeng walked by the bridge, put his legs through the guardrail, sat down, and sighed: "Bai Fengyu is dead."
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment.
"Who is Bai Fengyu?"
Zhang Xiaoyu, who is addicted to playing cards, really doesn't know who Bai Fengyu is.
Chen Huaifeng thought for a while and said: "The Taoist Daxiu who was active seventy years ago and the former temple master of Qingtian Tao."
Zhang Xiaoyu then remembered who it was and said, "So you're talking about the lunatic who wants to bring the entire Qingtian Dao to the twelfth floor?"
"That's your master." Chen Huaifeng reminded kindly.
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "I only have one master, and it is also your master."
He is talking about his master Cong Ren, Cong Zhongxiao, one of the Seven Sons and Three Swordsmen of the Sword Saint Qingyi Era.
Chen Huaifeng smiled softly and said, "Does this count as a sign of forgetting one's ancestors?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at the sky and said with a smile, "I am a good bird choosing a tree to roost in."
Chen Huaifeng was also smiling, Zhang Xiaoyu was naturally a good bird.
Just some animals occasionally.
For example, playing cards all night, not paying back the money you owe, and being shameless.
However, Chen Huaifeng smiled for a while and then became sad again.
Only then did Zhang Xiaoyu remember what the two of them were talking about at the beginning.
"Why did he die?" As he said it, he felt something was wrong. "Isn't he already dead?"
"He has been in Nanyi City before."
"I see."
Chen Huaifeng only said that Zhang Xiaoyu was lamenting about Bai Fengyu.
Little did he know that when Zhang Xiaoyu heard these words, he thought of his long-lost sword.
It turns out that there is such a person hiding in Nanyi City.
No wonder his sword has been hidden away.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought so.
Chen Huaifeng continued: "But he came out yesterday and gave me half of the Fengyu Dao technique to open the grand formation in Nanyi City. But I never expected that he would die in the alley outside the city's south vegetable market today."
"It sounds very weird." Zhang Xiaoyu said.
"Yes." Chen Huaifeng said softly, "I went to take a look earlier. He died from the sword's will, but the problem is that those sword wounds were left by the master many years ago."
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head, listened, and said, "What next?"
Chen Huaifeng turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and said softly: "Shanheguan is suspicious."
Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent, and then said slowly: "Senior brother, do you think it has something to do with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Huaifeng hit his head with a cup.
"What are you thinking about?" Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and felt dumbfounded.
"But the world's impression of Shanhe Temple is really bad." Zhang Xiaoyu lay down on the bridge with his head in his hands, "They think there are many crazy people there."
"The people in Shanheguan are indeed too paranoid, but that is their business." Chen Huaifeng said slowly, and then added, "I'm not talking about you, junior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I know."
Chen Huaifeng then continued talking about the previous matter: "Someone used the Qiankun hexagram to calculate the location where the remaining sword intent was stimulated, and easily killed Bai Fengyu. Otherwise, even if Bai Fengyu was really old and about to die, he would not Die like this outside a vegetable market."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly: "Looking at it this way, my master is indeed very suspicious. After all, he was once the disciple of that madman."
"Some people are meant to die." Chen Huaifeng took a sip of wolfberry tea and said slowly, "But the problem is."
"Why did he die at this time? What did the person who killed him want to do?" Zhang Xiaoyu added.
Chen Huaifeng smiled and said, "Yes."
"I don't know!" Zhang Xiaoyu said lazily.
"What a headache!" Chen Huaifeng said helplessly, "Junior brother, please get well soon. I always experience things like this, how can I maintain my health."
Zhang Xiaoyu sat up and said with a playful smile: "I can't get better, senior brother, just keep reading."
Then he was hit on the head with a cup again.
"What does Bai Fengyu represent?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, rubbing his head.
"The man on the twelfth floor, the top cultivator in the world, the story of the storm in the past hundred years?" Chen Huaifeng said while thinking.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the flowing water, pondered for a long time, and said, "Who were involved in the story of the past hundred years?"
"Li Shanhe, Xie Chaoyu, Bai Yuyao, Shenhe, Master. There are many more, such as the entire Qingtian Dao."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng quietly.
Chen Huaifeng naturally knew what he was thinking, and sighed and said: "I also know that these are the top people in the world, but when something like this happens at this time, I always feel uneasy."
Zhang Xiaoyu collapsed again and said: "I don't care, I am a disabled person now, I don't want to think about these things, senior brother, go play cards quickly."
"..."
Chen Huaifeng wandered to Sanchi holding the wolfberry tea cup.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat up and looked at the peach blossoms flowing under the bridge, and was silent for a long time.
Li Shanhe, Li Shanhe.
Zhang Xiaoyu whispered this name in his heart.
This is the master of Mountain and River View.
He is also his master.
The wind blows through the white clothes, but the words on the Taoist robe underneath are still clear.
Mountains and rivers sit together with me.
...
The old Taoist man who died in the Chengnan vegetable market did not cause much of a sensation in the world.
Naturally, most people in the world don't know Bai Fengyu's name or the things he has done.
Except for some storytellers or people who like to read biographical novels.
Although Chen He knew the name Bai Fengyu.
But the wind and rain cannot blow into the listening tower.
He can't even get into Old Dog Town.
Chen He is in Laogou Town.
Under that peach tree.
Gai Cao Weiying is frying the sizzling tofu.
There are countless grass-like fireflies in the world. The grass-like firefly outside is sitting on the listening platform reading biographical novels. The grass-like firefly inside is drinking wine and looking at Chen He who is seriously frying tofu with a smile.
There are a few baskets of fruits on the side. It's too greasy to eat, so you can eat two to relieve the greasiness.
In the spring breeze, peaches fall all over the lake, with a sea of flowers behind you and cloud cliffs in the distance.
Very relaxing.
Cao Weiying drank wine comfortably, hugged the old cat, and looked into the lake.
Chen He finished frying a large plate of tofu and brought it over. They sat together under the peach tree, eating and drinking, feeling very comfortable.
But someone is uncomfortable.
For example, Nan Dao was chased and chopped by Taohua in white in the lake with a sword.
Those scenes at the bottom of the lake are clearly presented on the surface of the lake.
There were already several broken swords on the ground.
They are all swords that Nan Dao fought with Peach Blossom and was cut off by Peach Blossom.
Chen He ate tofu and watched for a long time. Although the scene at the bottom of the lake made people feel that it was full of danger, the man in white opposite him would always stop at the critical moment.
"It would be great if I could really spend my whole life here." Chen He said softly.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "But it is a dream town after all, at least for now. He even remains in the human world with his body. Naturally, he cannot stay here for a long time. He is a person living under an umbrella, not a living person. People in dreams.”
"What will happen after he gets out?" Chen He was worried.
"I don't know." Cao Weiying said calmly, "He has his own destiny and journey, we are just occasional passers-by."
Chen He looked back at Cao Weiying, sighed and said, "I thought someone as powerful as you would know his fate."
Cao Weiying said softly: "I can know, but I don't want to see it. Like many things, the truth is a very cruel thing. It is better not to know than to know."
Chen He listened to this sentence and thought for a long time, not knowing what he meant.
"Then what truths do you know?"
Cao Weiying raised her eyes and looked at the large lake of clouds and mist, as if everything was hidden in the mist.
"A lot." Cao Weiying whispered, "I know everything that the world knows, doesn't know, has thought about, and hasn't thought about."
"Can I listen?"
"Everyone can listen." Cao Weiying said calmly: "But I don't want to say it, and I don't want to remember it, so I choose to forget it. If I don't forget it, there will always be people who want to ask, and I will tell them softly, and then they will go crazy. Once I forget, I won’t have such trouble. When someone asks, I can honestly say - I forgot. But sometimes I have some bad intentions and teach the world something."
Cao Weiying thought of a certain old Taoist in the world and said softly.
"But this is not good."
Chen He listened quietly, although most of them couldn't understand.
Cao Weiying looked up at the sky, seeming to remember something from a long time ago.
"In fact, people in the world are not stupid. They have their own judgment."
"Like what?"
"For example, Nan Yi and Li Er."
Chen He knew these two names.
That was many years ago.
Nan Yi is Nan Yi from Nan Yi City, the master of Mo Jian Cliff and the master of Sword Saint Qing Yi.
Li Er is Li Er, known as a saint in the world, and the former master of Hangu Temple.
Cao Weiying said calmly: "Nan Yi has done many things. Even in today's world, those who lie down and look at peach blossoms and sit and watch the clear springs still live in Nan Yi's shadow. But the world has forgotten Nan Yi Who is it? The pain left in the blood of generations has forced people to forget many things. But the world still remembers Li Er and knows that he is a saint."
"What did Li Er do?" Chen He asked.
"Li Er didn't do anything." Cao Weiying said calmly, "Or maybe the world doesn't know what he did."
Chen He said softly: "Then why is he called a saint?"
"A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name." Cao Weiying said sadly, "That's it."
Chen He listened blankly, looked at Cao Weiying and asked, "Then do you know?"
Cao Weiying shook her head and said, "I don't know either."
Chen He was a little disappointed.
But I heard Cao Weiying continue to say something.
"But I can guess a few."
"What?"
"He kept the truth for the world."
