Both Chen He and Nan Dao left Nanyi City.
The listening tower, where people were always dozing off, was extremely silent.
Prime Minister Qing was sitting on the edge of the stage, drinking a small drink and looking quietly to the north of Nanyi City.
Naturally, he also saw those Hong Zhong heading towards the Jianzong Garden in the prosperous world.
But this is not a big surprise.
A disciple of the Sword Sect who doesn't practice his sword well and spends all day wandering around Nanyi City playing cards all night is naturally doing it for something.
But that image is really nice.
The night is deep, the lights in the world are bright, and then thousands of reds rise from the world to the sky.
Naturally extremely interesting stuff.
There were some footsteps coming downstairs, a little urgent, but not that urgent.
It was Yun Huzhi who opened the door and walked onto the stage.
He also held some scribbled drawings in his hand, which should have come from the School of Mathematics and Physics.
Looking at the minister drinking at the stage, Yun Hu was very confused.
"What happened before?"
The prime minister looked back at him, then turned back and said casually: "What happened?"
"Hongzhong flew out!"
Yun Hu walked to the edge of the stage and looked at the sky.
It's a pity that all those Hongzhong have returned to Nanyi City.
So Yunhu didn't see anything.
The prime minister said very calmly: "You should be able to guess something."
Yunhu thought for a while and said, "Zhang Xiaoyu?"
The prime minister said slowly: "Yes."
Yunhu looked to the north of Nanyi City. The north was just night, the silent night floating above the lights.
"It's really cool."
Yunhu said thoughtfully.
Prime Minister Qing turned his head and looked at Yun Hu Wenzhu quietly, as if he wanted to ask something.
Yunhu Wenzhuang thought about the idea he had told Nan Dao, smiled softly, and said, "My name is Yunhu Wenzhen, so I don't know."
The Prime Minister slapped Yun Huzhi's head directly.
"Have I asked you, you don't know."
"..." Yun Huzhi covered his head and was speechless.
The drunken scholar acted a little lightly.
Yunhu felt as if his head was swollen.
The prime minister turned around and said very calmly: "Of course I won't ask what path you want to take."
Yun Huzi looked at the Prime Minister and said, "So?"
The prime minister chuckled.
"Is my car ready?"
"..."
There is an inexplicable sense of power in the phrase pushing people into the river and drowning.
If it weren't for the fact that there was no river near Tingfeng Tower, Yunhu would have really wanted to push the Prime Minister into it and drown him.
"You, a great demon who has lived for a thousand years, can you be more mature?"
Yunhu said in a tone of irony.
The Prime Minister said confidently: "Why, Chen He can sit down, but I, the Prime Minister, can't?"
"..."
Yunhu didn't know that he didn't really want to talk tonight.
He also ignored the old drunkard Qing Xiang, holding the drawings and quietly looking at the night on the side of the stage.
"Is Chen He gone?"
When the prime minister heard this, he looked very happy. He drank heavily and said, "I don't care whether Chen He leaves or not. The most important thing is that the boy holding the umbrella leaves."
What does it mean to never forget your original intention?
Your Majesty, this is called not forgetting your original intention.
Yun Hu was silent for a while and said, "Where will that young man go in the future?"
Qing Xiang leaned on the guardrail and said slowly: "It doesn't matter where he goes, what matters is how far he can go. By the way, when you are ready to leave, remember to close the gate of Xuansheyuan to prevent this kid from coming again. Sneak back."
Yunhu turned his head to look at the Prime Minister, but he laughed softly and said, "It's rare to see you, Sir, be so afraid of something."
The prime minister was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Because the person holding the umbrella is not him, and the person living under the umbrella is not him."
Yunhu looked at the Prime Minister and didn't know what this sentence meant.
The Prime Minister didn't explain, but walked downstairs while drinking wine.
"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep in Xiaozhuyuan. If you don't have anywhere to go, just stay in the library. There is a shortage of people."
Yunhu looked at the Prime Minister and shook his head helplessly.
"Drink less. It took a lot of effort to get rid of the smell of alcohol in that house."
"You are not Chen Huaifeng, what do you care about me drinking?"
Yunhu was speechless.
Of course he is not Chen Huaifeng, so he doesn't drink wolfberry tea and talk to people about health care all day long.
The Prime Minister went to Xiaozhuyuan. Yunhu looked at Tingfengtai for a while, and then went to the School of Mathematics and Physics with those drawings.
There is no way, the world is vast, and the dean’s unreasonable request is the biggest.
Hurry up and get the Tianyan car out for him first, otherwise Yun Hu will probably be annoyed to death by the Prime Minister.
...
Qing Xiang held the wine flask and drank as he walked. He walked through the bamboo forest paths and walked towards the small bamboo garden.
Just walking, he stopped and looked down at the bamboo leaves on the ground.
Naturally, nothing major happened on this bamboo forest path leading to the small bamboo garden. It was probably the place where Nan Dao once cried.
So the Prime Minister searched for a long time, but couldn't find anything that could save him from looking up.
So he simply squatted down with the wine bottle in his arms and began to count the ants on the bamboo leaves at night.
I don't know if it was because of a weak hand or something, but looking at the ant, Qingxiang picked up a piece of bun crumbs from the side that Yunhu had probably eaten, and placed it in front of the ant.
The ants discovered the prey, walked around there very excitedly, and then ran away to find the large army.
The Prime Minister smiled and took away the crumbs of the bun with his backhand.
I don’t know if that ant will be beaten up by its companions if it comes with a large army.
Qing Xiang then thought again, no, what was he going to do?
No matter what, just squat and that's it.
But naturally it’s not just about squatting.
The prime minister looked at the ants there for a long time.
Then I heard a very gentle young man's voice coming from the front.
"Your Majesty."
The Prime Minister sighed, stood up, looked at the young man in Qingshang who was sitting in the small bamboo garden, bowed and said softly: "Senior."
Cao Weiying sat at the stone table, tilted her head and looked at Qing Xiang and said, "You don't seem to want to see me very much?"
The Prime Minister stood on the bamboo path, looking silently at the stone road leading to the small bamboo garden, and then sighed and said: "Because when I saw the seniors, it was easy for me to remember that people like us in the world are already very old. Very old."
As the Prime Minister spoke, he walked towards the small bamboo garden, stood in the courtyard, and looked up at the night.
"Old age is certainly not a painful thing, but time is."
"When old friends meet, they are often looking in the mirror."
The prime minister thought to himself helplessly.
"That's how it is when we meet old people. So when I have nothing to do, I won't go to Cong Ren for a drink."
Cao Weiying didn't have such worries, so she just held the wine bottle and supported her face, looking at the prime minister quietly.
The Prime Minister talked a lot, then turned around, looked at Cao Weiying and said respectfully: "Senior, do you have anything to do with me?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I'm different from you. Sometimes I want to see what my old friend looks like."
The prime minister sighed, carried the wine bottle, walked to the table, sat down, and said softly: "How can I be regarded as an old friend of my predecessor?"
Cao Weiying said somewhat seriously: "Anyone who has met once and is not dead yet is naturally considered an old friend."
"It's better to meet someone than to wake up and look around the world, only to find a few lonely graves and withered graves."
Qing Xiang thought for a long time before he understood the difference between the two.
The prime minister is still living in the world and still has long-cherished wishes. Naturally, he does not want to see the passage of time.
And Cao Weiying is a person who only wakes up from a dream, looking at the world with nothing to do, so the feeling of the four nothings of friendship is more than the fear of time.
"Where is Chen Yunxi?"
Qing Xiang looked at Cao Weiying and asked.
Cao Weiying said calmly: "This old friend is so old. When I see him, I will remember some stories from many years ago, so naturally there is no need to see him."
The prime minister turned to look at the human world. There were no white clouds, no dogs, no vicissitudes of life.
It’s just that the wind is different in different years.
The stories are in the wind, not in the wine.
Falling down like dust, what no one remembers from then on is what the years really look like.
The two sat in the courtyard for a long time without saying anything. Cao Weiying was drinking wine, and so was the Prime Minister.
"Qingxuanxu must have been dead for a thousand years."
Cao Weiying said.
This man who was praised by the world as having destiny, but who only wanted to be a scholar, naturally visited it when he returned from the desert.
It was also at that time that he saw Qing Xiang, who looked like a young boy who was following Qingxuanxu and had just begun to transform into a human being.
It’s just that the young boy has turned into an uncle who loves drinking.
The Prime Minister looked down at the jade hanging around his waist and said softly, "It's been more than a thousand years."
The story takes place in a simple school in that small town in Huangliang Yaofeng.
At that time, Shenhe was still wandering around the world, practicing everywhere. At that time, Cong Ren was still daydreaming about his destiny. At that time, Qiu Shui was holding some scattered ashes on the cliff, mourning. The ground fell asleep.
So unknowingly it has been more than a thousand years.
Huai'an and Huangliang, two countries that have been fighting for thousands of years, have now become synonymous with the place names in the north and south.
Cao Weiying said softly: "It's a pity."
Qing Xiang looked at Cao Weiying and asked, "Senior, what do you think is a pity?"
Cao Weiying said slowly: "It's a pity that he refused to learn swords all his life. I remember I asked him a question at that time."
The Prime Minister said softly: "Ask him, is it because he refuses to learn swordsmanship because, as the world says, there is already a sword master in the world, and there is no suspense about being number one in swordsmanship. The thought of Mo Jian Ya.”
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "I didn't expect you to still remember."
Of course the Prime Minister remembered that even though he was just an ignorant young man at that time, it was that answer that allowed him to carry Qingxuanxu's long-cherished wish and run around the world for thousands of years.
The Prime Minister stood up and sat on the ridge of the bamboo house in the small bamboo garden in the night. Looking at the south of the world, he said with emotion: "Sir's answer at the time was this - I am only as tall as I am when I step on the sword cliff." .Being a teacher in this world can make more people stand taller."
"This is how the world is governed by culture."
The prime minister drank a swig of sake and looked at the distant south under the night.
"Of course we have already stood very high in the human world, not the spiritual world, just the human world."
Qingxiang looked back at Cao Weiying, who was sitting at the table with a smile and said nothing, and said, "Senior, should you have seen the Tianyan car?"
"I've seen it before," Cao Weiying said with a chuckle, "I also drove around Nanyi City for a long time."
Qing Xiang smiled, turned back, and continued to look at the night.
"Before he died, sir, he actually had some regrets."
"What regret?"
"He wants to visit the sword cliff in the East China Sea, not to learn sword practice, but..."
Qing Xiang looked down at the piece of hanging jade.
"Look at the place where Senior Hongzhenshan once stayed."
The prime minister chuckled softly and said with regret: "It's a pity that he was too old at that time and couldn't even go out of the town to see the Qinse Valley with its windy mountains and rivers. So in the end, he just hugged him. It’s a pity that he left this world.”
"So when I saw that very weird but extremely novel wheelchair, I was thinking, how great it would be if Xuanxuyuan back then could make these things. But people in the years, naturally I can't see many things in the future. Although my husband couldn't take that car to see the distant East China Sea, if he knew that he could travel far in the world in the future, he would naturally be very happy."
Cao Weiying listened quietly to the Prime Minister's extremely sighing words, and said slowly: "That's true, but I have a question."
The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "What?"
Cao Weiying raised his hand and gestured, and said, "Why are you climbing up to the ridge of the roof?"
Qing Xiang laughed and said, "Because I think it looks more handsome."
Cao Weiying looked at Qing Xiang who jumped down from the roof and said with a smile: "Are you still so young?"
Qing Xiang looked at Cao Weiying and said softly: "In front of seniors, I can be as youthful as I want."
The compliment from the Prime Minister is still very good.
Therefore, Cao Weiying looked like he was taking advantage of it, and he raised his head and drank the wine with a smile.
However, if Cao Weiying knew that Qing Xiang had often climbed onto the roof before, and also caused Yunhu to get down in the middle of the night, causing him to fall and eat shit, it is unclear what he would think.
After taking a sip of wine, Cao Weiying put down the wine gourd, stood up and walked out, saying slowly: "The world is indeed very good."
"What do you want, senior?"
Qing Xiang looked at Cao Weiying's back and asked.
Cao Weiying said softly: "The world is so big, I want to see it and see what thousands of years have left on this land - after all, Chen He cannot be alone."
Qing Xiang looked at Cao Weiying quietly and said, "So the senior hasn't left yet, just waiting for me to come back?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "You seem to be very thoughtful."
The prime minister was holding a wine bottle and laughing in the night.
Cao Weiying said nothing more, hugged the wine gourd, and walked away through the night bamboo forest path.
The prime minister always felt that something was missing.
After looking at it for a long time, I remembered that there should be a sword next to the wine gourd.
But who in the world today can make that young man draw a sword?
Qing Xiang thought of the gentle woman in Daze who was wearing a long black dress.
If you came here for this purpose, why didn't you bring a sword?
In fact, Cao Weiying does not lack swords.
Under the sword lake, there are thousands of swords.
But those swords are not his own.
So he came to the world with only a gourd of wine that he couldn't finish drinking.
The boy's figure disappeared into the bamboo forest.
Maybe I will never come back again.
When Qing Xiang thought that he would never come back, he suddenly understood Cao Weiying's idea of meeting his old friend.
The years go by in a hurry.
So I will never come back again.
It is indeed the case.
Chatting under the April night is really just chatting.
Neither of them mentioned the red sword light that suddenly disappeared in Nanyi City.
Compared with the human world, years, and old friends, it is just an unimportant thing.
Even if Zhang Xiaoyu entered the avenue there.
But how many years will it take from entering the great road to reaching the state where grass is a firefly?
no one knows.
Just like after so many years, no one still knows how tall the sword master Qing Yi stood back then.
When the world looks up at the top of the cliff, it is already the limit.
And his story begins from the top of the cliff.
So for the two of them, those stories in the human world are insignificant.
The prime minister drank a bottle of wine, threw the bottle in the yard, walked back to the small bamboo garden, and began to sleep.
I was rushing around the Youhuang Mountains every day, and I had to worry about whether some little bastard would come out and attack me, so naturally I didn't get a good night's sleep.
So the Prime Minister lay down on the bed without sleeping, snoring loudly.
...
In Nanyi City at night.
Those lights gradually went out, leaving many corners that had not been illuminated by light.
Someone was standing under the green eaves at the corner of the river, holding a lantern and standing there quietly.
The waves in the Nanyi River gradually faded, and the whole night fell.
So that's probably why people didn't notice a certain broken body floating in the river.
The man holding the lantern stood quietly by the river, watching the body float all the way over, as if it was entangled by something underwater, but it stopped just right on the river bank.
The man tied the lantern to the guardrail, then leaned forward and looked quietly at the body parked by the river.
In the silhouette of the night, this is an extremely frightening picture.
But there was no sound by the river, no one screamed, no one ran.
The world is prosperous for one day, and then it goes away.
So only the silent Nan Yicheng saw this scene.
Then the figure stretched out a hand and rested on the face of the extremely pale corpse, seeming to caress it affectionately.
It wasn't until a long time passed that the figure withdrew his hand and reached out with the other hand.
It was like someone was drowning and he extended a helping hand.
Then the corpse opened its eyes, stretched out a hand, and took the hand of the figure.
When the body climbed ashore, the figure fell down.
The pale-faced Young Master Wubei opened his eyes calmly, looked at the river, said nothing, held the lantern, turned and walked into a narrow and long alley.
Until the lantern's light grew dimmer.
Until all the light is swallowed up by the night.
