The Prime Minister seemed to like the white clothes that were dyed like plum blossom spots with blood and had small black footprints stepped on by Yao Ji.
After returning to Nanyi City for a few days, he still hadn't changed it out. After coming down from the tomb mountain, the Prime Minister wore it and wandered under the plum trees in Tanchun Garden.
From time to time, I look at my clothes and the plum blossoms that are almost withered.
Looking over and over, maybe I thought the plum blossoms on my clothes looked better, so I smiled proudly and drank the fourth bottle of wine today.
Then he wandered up to the small building.
It's a pity that the plum blossoms on the clothes are about to wither.
Those blood colors will turn into black, and the prime minister may look like a Dalmatian dog at that time.
Qing Xiang stood on the small building and thought like this.
Then wait until it turns black before changing it.
So he drank wine again.
In Nanyi City, where half of the snow had fallen, there was also some snow in Xuanxu Courtyard, but it was not as grand as what people saw at the top of the city.
Just light snow, just light snow.
Qing Xiang looked at the slowly falling snow in the dusk, and then saw a certain sword that had traveled through the years, coming from the direction of the Sword Sect.
The Prime Minister held the wine flask and looked at the sword that exuded coldness in the dusk. He seemed to be hesitating, and his expression was a little hesitant.
However, while he was still hesitating, the sound of footsteps came from Merlin below. The Prime Minister looked down and the sword passed through the twilight of the world and fell towards the southern city.
The prime minister sighed.
Yun Huzhidao was holding a small model and walking on the road where plum blossoms and fine snow had fallen. Listening to the sigh, he raised his head and looked at the Prime Minister upstairs, and asked in confusion: "You sigh?" What are you angry about?"
The Prime Minister drank his wine, looked towards the south, and said, "Because I don't know if this is right or not, and I don't know if this has anything to do with that old boy Cong Ren. The most important thing is that I was scared by you just now, so I didn't have time to do anything." Give me a chance to hesitate.”
Yun Huzhidao was holding the large ant-like thing and walked upstairs with a strange look on his face. He looked at the Prime Minister up and down and said, "How many bottles of wine have you drunk today?"
"Four pots."
"No wonder you started talking nonsense again."
The Prime Minister raised his hand to hit Yun Hu Zhizhi, but his eyes caught a glimpse of the arm-sized wooden ant in his arms.
"What is this?" Qing Xiang put down his hand.
Yunhu sat down beside the fence, put the ant on the ground, and said while playing with it: "This is your little cart, Dean."
The prime minister knelt down with great interest and watched Yun Hu fiddling with the model.
The overall structure is like an ant, except that there are not four legs under the ant's body, but two wheels. The two tentacles on the head are bent in a horizontal direction. It looks like the one on Chen He's car. The handle is average.
Yun Hu did not know how to explain to Qing Xiang: "The head is where the direction of the car is controlled and where many valves are located. We have made some improvements based on Chen He's car. Now we can freely adjust it by controlling the valves. The car is speeding up. The upper part of the body, we call it the ant jar, has a built-in super-powerful Tianyan machine, so he looks a bit bulkier. This ant waist is where you will sit, Dean..."
While the prime minister was drinking, his eyes were shining, and then he looked at the big belly at the back of the ant and asked, "What is it doing here?"
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu smiled and said: "If the dean has a woman he likes in the future, he can take her to sit on it and go for a ride in the world..."
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu was punched on the head by the Prime Minister before he finished speaking.
Yunhu didn't know but wasn't annoyed, he chuckled, and then said seriously: "The gentlemen in the courtyard decided to add this thing together."
The prime minister drank wine, stood up, looked at the fine snow and dusk in the world, and said with a soft smile: "This matter is not urgent."
Yunhu also stood up and said very sincerely: "You are already over 1,100 years old. Master, it's time to hurry up. The genealogies of those of your contemporaries have been written for many pages. .”
"..." Qing Xiang had a headache, thought about it while drinking, and changed the subject.
"What did you call it?"
Yunhu looked at the Prime Minister for a long time, sighed, and said, "Bao Ant."
Qing Xiang looked back at Yun Hu Zhi Zhi, with a puzzled look on his face.
Yunhu looked at himself up and down without knowing it.
"What are you looking at, Master Qing?"
"I was thinking that you are also gentlemen in the courtyard after all. Why did you choose such a stupid name?"
Yun Huzi smiled and said: "I just looked at it like an ant, so I just decided on a name casually. If the dean has a good name, that's fine too."
The Prime Minister looked at the world and drank wine, pondered for a long time, and said: "As the world goes up, there should be great luck, so let's call it great luck."
"...."
Although Yunhu didn't know that the name was mutual, he didn't refute it. After all, the old drunkard drank too much and his attack was neither gentle nor heavy. The punch he just punched made him dizzy.
"Okay, then we'll go find the craftsmen in the city to make the parts." Yun Huzi said, squatting down, picking up the ant again, and walked downstairs.
After walking for a while, I turned around and saw that the Prime Minister was still looking at the south and thinking deeply, and asked curiously: "What was the Prime Minister looking at earlier?"
A certain boy who brought this April snowstorm has fallen into the river.
The prime minister said calmly: "It's nothing, just some trivial matters."
Yunhu didn't know and didn't ask further. He just looked at the fine snow as he walked and muttered: "Why is it snowing again?"
After walking for a while, I came out of Tanchun Garden. I turned around and saw Qing Xiang still watching from the small building. I didn't know what he was looking at. He looked a little to the south, then walked through the bamboo forest path in the fine snow.
While passing by a bamboo forest, I found Mr. Mei and Mr. Xie, old friends, sitting in the twilight making wine and drinking wine in the soft snow of the bamboo forest.
Maybe it’s just good old wine.
Because it smells delicious.
Mr. Mei picked up the heater again and saw Yunhu passing by. He smiled and asked, "Mr. Yunhu, do you want to come and have a few drinks?"
Mr. Xie was also looking at Yun Hu with a slight smile.
Yunhu was a little moved, not by the smell of the wine, but by the way the scene of cooking and drinking wine in the snow in the bamboo forest was too tempting.
But after thinking about it, he still smiled apologetically and said, "No, Master Qing is not finished with his work yet. I'll drink it next time I have a chance."
Mr. Xie tried to persuade him: "It's just a few drinks. I won't miss much time."
Yun Huzi smiled and said, "I'm afraid Master Qing will knock me on the head again."
Mr. Mei laughed and said, "Then Mr. Yunhu should leave quickly."
Yun Hu smiled and left there.
Mr. Xie sat there, watching Yun Hu leave without knowing it, then looked at Mr. Mei again and chatted some gossip.
"What do you think about Xiao Li Die?"
Mr. Mei asked confusedly: "What do you think?"
Mr. Xie looked across the bamboo forest to the south. There was wind and snow in the south, and there were young men and women in white clothes with swords on their backs, looking calmly at the world.
"Zhang Xiaoyu is a member of Shanheguan. It is definitely impossible to stay in Nanyi City forever. Moreover, he has entered the avenue before and may leave soon. There is no way you want Li Die to go to Shanhe with him. Watch.”
Mr. Mei is not a practitioner, so naturally he cannot see as far as Mr. Xie, a person in the ninth realm of the minor path.
So he just subconsciously followed Mr. Xie's gaze, took it back, drank the hot wine at just the right temperature, and said, "Look at himself."
Mr. Xie also drank wine and said softly: "When you go to Shanhe Temple, you will inevitably get some black."
Among the three sects of Shanhe Guan, although only the people from He sect are lunatics, after all, they are from the same sect. When people think of Shanhe Guan, they will inevitably feel a little unhappy.
Mr. Mei looked at Mr. Xie, thought for a moment and said, "What do you think?"
Mr. Xie still spoke softly, looked at Mr. Mei quietly and said, "I'll teach him."
Mr. Mei smiled and said: "You'd better forget it. If you can transform from Qingniuyuan's top teacher to fifth teacher, I'm afraid you will ruin him."
Mr. Xie also smiled and said, "I'm just a little lazy."
Mr. Mei said nothing more and just drank.
Of course Mr. Xie is lazy. When Nan Dao went to attend his class, he spent most of the time chatting.
As soon as get out of class is over, he runs away without any hesitation.
Some students once wondered what the former great gentleman was doing when he often went to sit in the apricot blossom forest at Qingniuyuan, and whether he was practicing secretly.
Then she followed him quietly, only to find that he was really just sitting around, and fell asleep facing the apricot blossoms in the forest.
The twilight slowly tilted in the bamboo forest, illuminating the fine snow on the bamboo leaves, and also illuminating the wooden pillar where the two sat opposite each other. There was a small stove beside them, and they were cooking wine.
Mr. Xie stood up, gathered a lot of snow from the bamboo leaves, then opened the lid and poured it into the wine.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Mei looked at Mr. Xie's actions and felt very strange.
Mr. Xie said with a smile: "This snow is a good thing. Adding some to the wine will be of great benefit."
"What's the benefit?"
"Langative and laxative."
"..."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Mr. Xie was very happy to see Mr. Mei's speechless expression.
The two started chatting again.
"By the way, I do have some constipation recently. If it doesn't work after drinking it, I will come to your dormitory and occupy your toilet."
"How old are you? Can you please give me a little face?"
"You were the first to be shameless. Think about it, how many things have you taken away from me? One moment you said it was too dark and you needed an oil lamp to walk away. The next you said it was raining too much and you took an umbrella with you. What do you mean by just taking it away without returning it? I am a small concierge, and you have squandered all my wages. My wife has been scolding me every day before..."
Mr. Mei stopped here and drank in silence.
Mr. Xie didn't sigh or have any other emotions. He just quietly cooked the wine.
After a long time, Mr. Mei looked at Mr. Xie and said, "You said you wanted to teach Li Die, are you serious?"
Mr. Xie said softly: "It depends on what he chooses."
Mr. Mei drank wine and looked at the twilight snow in the world. The bamboo leaves were rustling and shaking off some accumulated snow.
"good."
...
Yun Huzi went to the School of Mathematics and Physics and told the Prime Minister what he wanted. The gentlemen got busy, and then Yun Huzi took the drawings, manuscripts and other things that had been revised again and headed towards the library.
The emergence of the Tianyan Car is indeed an extremely important thing for the human world.
In other words, it is a stage-by-stage existence.
When Yun Hu originally helped Chen He get that car, Yun Hu didn't know that they hadn't noticed this yet.
Because that thing was too crude, just pieced together.
But Yunhu also paid some attention, and then came up with the second draft that the Prime Minister saw.
It was not until this time, after studying for a long time with the gentlemen from the School of Mathematics and Physics, that the three drafts were finalized, and they saw the huge potential in it.
Yunhu walked on the snowy path in the bamboo forest, looking down at the drawing in his hand, but he smiled softly and looked up at the world.
Maybe one day in the future.
People in the world can also go to heaven.
Yunhu was still thinking about it when he saw a girl wandering in front of the path.
Yunhu looked for a while and then remembered that this girl was Hang Yue who was playing cards in the library and was forced to sleep in the concierge by Chen He.
Hang Yue stood on the snowy path, looking very melancholy. But when she saw Yun Hu Wuzhi coming from the other end of the path, her eyes lit up and she stepped forward and bowed.
"Hello, sir."
Yun Hu turned the drawing back without knowing it, looked at Hang Yue, nodded with a smile, and said, "Is something wrong?"
Yunhu vaguely remembered that he could hear Hang Yue wailing in Xiaozhuyuan about not taking the spring exam, not taking the spring exam.
At this time, I thought it was still the case.
But Hang Yue asked a question when she opened her mouth.
"Where is Nandao? Why haven't I seen him in a few days?"
Yunhu was silent for a while and said, "It seems that he has left Nanyi City."
"Ah, that's it." Hang Yue said thoughtfully, then hesitated a little and asked a little shyly, "What about Brother Chen He?"
Yun Hu didn't know what he understood when he saw the girl's posture, and said softly: "He left too, just yesterday."
Hang Yue was stunned, silent for a while, and said, "Then where did he go and will he come back?"
"I don't know, maybe not, maybe."
Yun Huzhi smiled slightly and said, "Do you want to go find him?"
"No!"
Although the girl looked a little melancholy, she denied it firmly and waved her hands as if she wanted to express her attitude.
Yunhu just smiled and walked over holding the drawing.
After walking a long way, we were about to turn into the small bamboo garden. Looking back, the girl stood in the dusk on the bamboo forest path, looking up at the fine snow, not knowing what she was thinking.
Time flies by, and there are always some things that are on my mind that are too late to tell, so they become stories.
Maybe many years later, when the girl becomes a woman walking under the fence with her child in her arms, when she looks up and sees a soft snowfall, she will accidentally think of those regrets.
Yunhu turned around and walked towards Xiaozhuyuan. After walking for a while, he patted his head.
"I'm too busy, I should go listen to the wind tower."
Unexpectedly, Yunhu turned around and walked towards the lonely listening tower of the library.
The young man practicing with a sword and Chen He drinking tea have already left here.
...
The young boy Hu Lu stood under the city head holding his sword, silently watching the story in the snow.
He arrived a little late, so he only had time to see the little girl Jian Xiu who jumped into the river, and the little demon Shushu who stopped by the river and was waiting.
The sword was not seen.
But he guessed some.
On top of the city, Senior Brother Xiaoyu's sword was slung behind his back. It had not been wiped clean. At least there were some blood stains on the hilt.
The little boy stood there silently.
He came with the Sword Sect brothers.
Naturally, the senior brothers would not let him go to the top of the city, so he stood at the bottom of the city in silence, quietly watching some things floating away in the big river.
Then he walked towards Shushu parked by the river.
Shushu naturally saw the young Sword Sect boy holding the sword. It wasn't until he reached the river and stood silent by the guardrail that Shushu sneered and spoke.
"It turns out that the senior brother from the Sword Sect is here."
Hu Lu is not stupid, so he can naturally hear the irony in this sentence, so he thought for a long time and remembered Chen Huaifeng's words.
You have to be patient and read the story.
"Senior brothers naturally have their reasons for doing certain things."
"Of course that's the case. Everything is high-sounding and natural. It's nothing more than the principles on the sword."
Shushu looked at the young boy, and the emotions that had calmed down seemed to be aroused again as the young man fell to the top of the city.
Therefore, the little rat demon girl looked at Hu Lu with hatred. Naturally, what she hated was not this boy, but the sword sect who looked at the world - euphemistically called looking at the world.
Maybe they really are right.
But there is no absolute right or wrong in the world.
There are always some angles, they are dark, cruel, and cold.
Such as those who were chosen to sacrifice.
Hu Lu sighed and said softly: "It seems that I have nothing to say to you. I will go find my senior brother."
After the young man said this, he turned around neatly and headed towards the top of the city.
Zhang Xiaoyu was on top of the city, carrying his sword and looking at the southern troops coming across the wind and snow outside the city.
The young boy Hu Lu stood next to Zhang Xiaoyu with his sword on his back and stepped on the snow. He looked up at the few spots of blood on the scabbard behind Zhang Xiaoyu that had not been wiped off.
"Senior brother, your sword is not clean."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Hu Lu and said calmly: "I know."
"oh."
Hu Lu fell silent.
This ignorant boy also cannot understand many things.
Although he doesn't like Nandao very much, he doesn't have any disgust at all. Therefore, it was difficult for him to find some reasons to excuse Zhang Xiaoyu from his own emotions.
So the young man stood under the dusk, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and then looked at the windy and snowy river outside the city.
There was a small point of black floating in it, and behind it, there was a little sword cultivator chasing away.
Hu Lu thought for a long time.
Then I remembered what I said to Shushu before.
Senior brothers naturally have their reasons for doing certain things.
So the young boy Hu Lu raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu again, and said softly: "Someone has gone to save Nandao."
Hu Lu originally thought Zhang Xiaoyu would look into the river.
But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't.
This senior brother, dressed in white and standing with a sword in his hand, suddenly turned around and looked at the young boy calmly but sadly.
"You shouldn't think about these things, Hu Lu."
This is a story of sorrow, sorrow, and struggle.
You shouldn't think about these things, Hu Lu.
