After listening to Liu Sanyue's question, the old man looked up at the lamp on the eaves, thought for a long time, and said, "You can believe it or not."
"How do you say this?" Liu Sanyue said softly.
"When I was young, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods. Young people generally don't believe in such things." The old man said with a smile. "At that time, I was very high-spirited, and the mountains and rivers around me seemed to be my own world. I was so proud of the spring breeze that I always felt that everything was impossible. How can one believe such a thing?"
"Yes." Liu Sanyue smiled softly.
"But then I got older and walked through the world for decades, and I began to understand that some things are unattainable and difficult to foresee. So it slowly became a regret. The longer I lived, the more and bigger the regrets became. So I started Place your hopes on the outside world, on those illusory things.”
Liu Sanyue listened quietly, lying on the chair and tilting his head slightly to look at the old man, and said, "It seems that you also have some regrets."
The old man laughed: "Hahaha, who can live without regrets in this world? You will also have regrets, even if you don't have them now, who can guarantee that you won't have them in the future?"
Liu Sanyue couldn't help but smile, and then her smile disappeared. She looked quietly at the green eaves above her head, and at the light hanging high in the black world, with a lot of overflowing eyes. Liu Sanyue looked at the colors that refused to fade away for a long time, as if he wanted to submerge himself in the burning light of the lights until he forgot many things.
"Yes." Liu Sanyue said softly, "But it is undeniable that regret is also a unique color and scenery in the human world. If everything goes as planned, there will be a lot less business in the world, and it will not be able to jump in the eyes of those who see it. Here. Love is a radiant word, far better than all beating emotions, but the source of love is regret, not perfection."
Liu Sanyue lowered his head and laughed again.
"I do."
I have some regrets.
Therefore, I will always cherish love and sincerity.
These were the words Liu Sanyue did not say.
But the old man could hear it, so he looked at Liu Sanyue for a long time with a smile and said, "There are very few people like you in the world."
Liu Sanyue said softly: "That's why I feel so scared when I see something in Daze."
"what is that?"
"Wushan goddess, Yao Ji."
There was silence in the small courtyard, and the sound of mosquitoes chirping in the mountains kept ringing at night.
The old man was silent for a long time, looked at Daze, and said softly: "It turns out to be Master Shangui."
Liu Sanyue tilted his head to look at the old man and asked the question again: "Do you believe in ghosts and gods?"
The old man said softly: "I don't believe it."
"Hahahaha." Liu Sanyue smiled in a rare and unrestrained manner. Because the laughter was too enthusiastic, blood oozed from some wounds again.
But Liu Sanyue didn't care, and slowly, bit by bit, got down from the recliner.
The old man didn't stop him this time, he just asked: "Where are you going?"
Liu Sanyue chuckled softly, holding on to the wall on the side, and slowly walked out of the yard.
"Human Sword Sect, no, it is Human World who needs to know this news."
The old man stood up from the bench, found a crutch under the wall behind him and gave it to Liu Sanyue.
"Thank you." Liu Sanyue took the crutch, thanked him, and left slowly among the flowers in the night.
...
Beitai was wrapped in clothes and sitting on a rock lying across the mountain road.
This rock is very high and steep, like a miniature cliff.
Beitai sat on the edge of the rock, swinging his legs and looking at the green mountains at night with a smile.
Passing through this mountain road is a circular valley, which is very spacious and very secluded because it is hidden in the green mountains.
At that time, Li Asan, the Empress of Huai'an, stationed 200,000 troops there all year round, ready to set foot on the land opposite Yunmengze at any time.
There are more there now, three hundred thousand.
People usually use 300,000 Qingjia as its name.
Because their armor is cyan, which is a light and elegant color. Not as deep as blue, not as vivid as green.
But color is not the most important thing.
The important thing is that each of those cyan armors was carved with dense Taoist inscriptions by the people of Qingtian Dao, and they used Huai'an's increasingly mature mechanical craftsmanship. They were the pinnacle of human armor.
Qingtian Dao and the Bei family have been close for thousands of years, and they have created such an army.
So people will say Qing Jia instead of Qing Bing.
It's because armor is more important than people.
Of course His Majesty in Huaidu knew about it, but he didn't care.
Demon Emperor Shenhe, who dominates the world, certainly has the confidence to not care about anything in the world.
Beitai laughed sarcastically as he thought about this human compliment.
If you really don't care about everything, then why should the Bei family never be able to embark on the path of cultivation?
The night wind was a bit cold, so Beitai wrapped herself in clothes.
But it was actually late spring, and Beitai was not too thinly dressed. Even if he opened his robe and faced the night wind, he would not shiver from the cold.
But Beitai wrapped his clothes tightly and swayed his legs, but his body was trembling slightly.
I don't know if it's because the broken leg hasn't completely healed yet, or because of some other reason.
Beitai is waiting for someone.
A person from hell.
He didn't know who was coming.
But someone will always come.
Beitai has been waiting for several days in this cold spring wind.
After Chen Huaifeng went to the tea shop on Xiwai Street, Beitai came.
He is just an ordinary person. Even though he is the eldest young master of the North Family of Nanyi City, he is just a worldly person. He went to Wugui Academy for ten days and learned nothing. He just slept and wandered around.
So Beitai looked at the dim mountain road at night, thinking that if no one came yet, he should go back first and take a hot bath to get rid of the cold weather in the past few days.
When Beitai was thinking this, some sounds came from far away on the mountain road.
It was as if someone was walking quickly but intermittently.
It seems there is no need to go back.
Beitai thought with a smile.
The man soon appeared in Beitai's field of vision.
It was a man with a knife, his figure was flashing, and his knife was as powerful as the wind, and he was walking towards this place quickly.
Beitai was stunned for a moment, why Ximen? Why not Lin Erliang or Jian Shijin?
Ximen was also stunned for a moment.
He never thought that he would meet the idle young man from North Taipei in Nanyi City here.
So he stopped, frowned and asked, "What is Mr. Bei doing here?"
"Waiting for you." Beitai said with a slight smile. He looked around and wanted to jump down casually, but the rocks were a bit high and his legs were lame. If he jumped like this, he would probably be very embarrassed and might even fall all over. Mud water is like a stupid dog.
So Beitai gave up the idea, sat on the rock, and added: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Ximen raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you waiting for me to do?"
"I want to get back something that belongs to our Bei family."
Ximen understood something, reached into his arms, took out the soldier talisman, and said, "This thing."
"Yes." Beitai sighed and said, "Yes, Lord Ximen, please give it to me now."
Ximen said calmly: "When Mr. Liu, the Minister of War, comes from Huaidu, this thing no longer belongs to your Bei family."
"What if I must?"
"That's treason."
Beitai chuckled softly, thinking about the word "rebellion" and thinking, "Aren't you the ones who forced me to do this?"
"I don't agree." Beitai stopped smiling and looked at Ximen quietly, "Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance. This cannot be called rebellion. Or to put it another way, when you feel that there is chaos in the world, When we are about to take away these 300,000 Qingjia by force, it means that no matter what our Bei family does, you have never believed in us, and you always think that we are rebellious officials and traitors."
"Since they are traitors and traitors anyway." Beitai raised his head, looked at the gloomy night, and said lightly, "It's better to just sit down."
After Ximen heard these words, he looked around the mountain and forest.
"The people from Qingtian Dao are not here." Beitai said softly, "No one else will take action. This matter..."
Beitai let go of the hands that had been wrapped in clothes, and the wind and rain suddenly descended on this green mountain.
"It only represents my personal, personal, juvenile position."
Ximen looked at the wind and rain that instantly submerged the Qingshan Mountain, and finally understood why this young man had the confidence to sit here and wait for him to come.
The art of wind and rain.
White wind and rain.
Ximen no longer underestimated the young man in front of him. His expression was solemn. His sword intention surged wildly in the divine sea, and he cut off countless Dao fruits and fell into the Dao sea. His whole body momentum surged, and Ximen's sword came out of its sheath.
The wind and rain are falling, making it difficult to walk on the mountain road.
Beitai didn't ask for help, pretending to be unnecessary.
Ximen was able to come out of a small Five Sword Sect and become as famous as Cheng Lu of Si Po Sword. Naturally, he was no ordinary person.
Si Po Sword is famous for its speed.
The same is true for Ximen's Five Swords.
That's why there is a saying that there are five swords in the south and four breaks in the north.
Under the curtain of wind and rain, Ximen's knife directly cut through the rain strands, and in the flash of his body, he had already passed half of the mountain road.
Fengyu Taoism is Bai Fengyu's lifelong secret.
It's a pity that when he gave it to Beitai, he was already old.
Beitai looked solemnly and silently at Ximen who came through the wind and rain, and sighed softly: "Sure enough, there are four swords among the three in the world."
Among the contemporary disciples of the Sword Sect, Mojian Ya Qiu Xi'er, Human Sword Sect Zhang Xiaoyu, and Liuyun Sword Sect Cheng Lu are the three swordsmen of the younger generation.
Ximen can be ranked alongside Cheng Lu, so naturally he is also a being on the level of the three swordsmen in the world.
That’s why there is a saying in the world that there are three swords in the world and four swords in the world. It’s just a pity that Ximen uses a sword, and he comes from an unknown practice place like the Five Swords Sect. Otherwise, it may not be possible for the younger generation to establish the world. The name of the Four Swordsmen.
That wind and rain technique was prepared by Beitai for people like Lin Erliang, not Ximen.
Of course Ximen is much stronger than them.
The only pity is that he came from a humble background and his experience in the Heavenly Prison was not long enough, so he did not take their position.
Even though Ximen's sword was sharpened into a thin sword by someone unknown, it still cut through the wind and rain neatly and stopped under the rock.
The clouds have cleared and the rain has begun, and the mountain road is filled with fresh air.
Ximen sighed, stood on the road with his knife in hand, looked up at the eldest young master of Taipei on the rocks, and said softly: "I don't want to offend Qingtian Dao, Mr. Bei, please come back."
Beitai put his hands on the rocks, shrugged his shoulders, and kept smiling, and said: "Look, your words are really hurtful - if you don't want to offend Qingtian Dao, you can offend Nanyi City Bei Family at will. of."
"Mr. Bei is too sensitive." Ximen said softly.
Beitai shook his head and said: "It's not that you are too sensitive. You can let Mr. Bei go. Mr. Bei will be very happy, but Mr. Bei doesn't like what you say."
Ximen frowned and looked towards Beitai.
One of Beitai's hands was still resting on the rock.
The other hand has already been raised.
Four fingers are bent and one finger is independent.
Then the Taoist rhyme overflowed, and the mountain's vitality gathered.
Ximen's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his knife. The sword intent and the force of the sword were concentrated in his body, and a huge invisible knife appeared in front of him. The shape of the knife was strong and straight, completely inconsistent with the thin knife exuding the sword intent in it - only then It is the original appearance of Ximen's sword.
However, Beitai pointed out.
There was an extremely clear sound in the mountains and forests.
Ximen's sword force and intention were completely defeated under that finger. Then the finger continued to fall towards the long knife in Ximen's hand without losing its force, but it directly cut the knife into two pieces. Then it fell on Ximen and knocked him away.
Ximen held the broken knife and tried to stand up, but the finger directly injured him seriously, so he looked quite miserable and vomited blood.
"One finger of mountains and rivers?"
While vomiting blood, Ximen looked at Beitai on the rock, who was slowly retracting his raised middle finger.
Naturally, any finger can be used to point mountains and rivers, but those who know this technique usually use their index finger.
Beitai uses the middle finger.
The middle finger naturally represents Beitai's anger and dissatisfaction.
"Yes." Beitai blew out the remaining Taoist rhyme on his fingertips. "I originally prepared only a wind and rain technique. But when I was waiting here a few days ago, I met a man in a black robe. He said that he had done the math and found that it was just a wind and rain technique, which might not be able to get what I wanted. s things."
Beitai stood up, turned around, climbed down on the rocks and arched his buttocks under the night.
Then he limped towards the west gate.
"So he gave me another mountain, river and finger."
Ximen was coughing up blood, but he couldn't even hold the knife, so he could only watch Beitai touching his body.
Beitai touched what he wanted, stood up, and walked towards the other end of the mountain road.
"If you let me go, I will let you go."
Beitai gradually limped away under the night.
The middle finger is naturally more than just anger and dissatisfaction.
It's naturally not as easy to poke someone with your middle finger as it is with your index finger.
So the lethality will be smaller.
Ximen was lying on his back beside the mountain road. The night was a little dark tonight.
But he has no ability to change.
Simon was very upset.
You, you, you.
Why did you underestimate the enemy?
Ximen closed his eyes in great pain. The broken knife beside him still had the intention of the knife. No blind beast would come and gnaw at his body.
He planned to take a nap.
...
Beitai limped along the mountain path for a long time. When he arrived here, the mountain path began to go down.
Beitai looked at the mountain roads going down. The spring day was not over yet, and there was light rain from time to time, so the mountain roads were a little slippery. Beitai looked at them for a while, then walked to the tree aside and broke off a branch as thick as a finger with difficulty, and then leaned on it. Slowly moving downward along the branches.
Some military camp facilities can be vaguely seen below.
Beitai's breathing gradually became heavier and faster, and an unprecedented excitement surged in his heart, turning into waves and rushing into his mind.
So I couldn't wait to go there.
Don’t want to waste a second!
There seemed to be a voice roaring in Beitai's heart.
Beitai looked down at the branch in his hand and threw it away. He held the soldier talisman in his mouth, held his head with both hands, squatted down, and then tilted downwards.
It tilted downward and rolled directly along the mountain road.
I can't wait.
So don’t be afraid of life and death!
The entire night in the world was tilting and rotating rapidly, and many branches and rocks on the mountain road violently hit Beitai's body.
Beitai didn't seem to feel the pain. He just kept silent and without saying a word, biting the soldier talisman, holding his head tightly, and rolled down without fear of death.
The young man's thoughts were racing.
The boy's thoughts were rough.
So when the young man rolled down the mountain road, he could no longer see life and death.
The boy's rolling didn't stop until he rolled down the mountain road and hit a tree on the edge of a cliff.
Beitai let go of his hand, his face was covered with blood marks, and his bones were in great pain.
But Beitai didn't pay attention. He lay on the cliff and looked at the night sky, just like Ximen who was also lying on the high mountain road.
The branch that was broken off was inserted into the other leg. I don’t know when it was inserted.
But Beitai didn't care anymore.
Beitai raised his hand, took out the military talisman from his mouth, held it tightly in his hand, and then sat up with his support on the cliff and the earth.
The forest dispersed at the end of the mountain trail.
The place where 300,000 Qingjia were stationed appeared silently and vastly in front of Beitai.
Beitai sat in the night, looking at the bottom of the cliff, crying.
Tears and blood dripped down the cliff together.
Then he raised his sleeves, wiped away his tears, endured the pain, and stood up on the edge of the cliff.
Bending down, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the blood-stained branch from his calf.
Beitai raised it high into the night sky.
Like a scepter.
...
Who told you this:
promise me
endure your pain
without saying a word
through this whole city
...
Who told you that?
In the dark mountain forest at night, there was a woman in a plain robe standing there, her hands folded and lowered in front of her belly.
Tears streaming down my face.
Beitai held the branch, turned his head, and looked at the woman whose face was full of tears but looking at him with a slight smile.
Yes, it's Bai He.
Liu Sanyue lost contact with him in Daze.
But Bai He didn't go to him.
Bai He has always been in this mountain forest.
Look at the person you love deeply.
Just like the story that people vaguely know.
Qingtian Dao took pity on the Bei family, so Bai He came from the north.
Everything comes from mercy.
Pity is not love.
But it can be love.
Under the willow trees of Nanyi River, Bai He once said to Liu Sanyue that there are always different good things in the world.
Both in the past and now.
All very good.
So Bai He stood in the night forest, smiling and nodding.
Beitai turned around, held the military talisman tightly, and held the branch high.
Like a bird that was unwilling to break free from everything, it jumped down the cliff.
Just like those tumbles on the trail.
He didn't want to wait a moment.
Then the bird fell to the world.
Thousands of green armors headed north.
