No one knows when Zhang Xiaoyu left Shanhe View.
Although most of the people in the green mountain town left after Zhang Xiaoyu lost, some people still stayed to see where Zhang Xiaoyu would go after losing.
But those people had been waiting there for almost a month, but they got the news inexplicably that Zhang Xiaoyu had appeared in the East China Sea.
When did he leave?
What was he doing in the East China Sea?
People looked confused.
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally didn't care about this kind of thing.
He carried his sword on his back and walked quietly at the foot of the mountain in the East China Sea.
The young man in white clothes, whose blood was still unwashed, looked very calm. When passing by a stream, he stopped, squatted by the stream, washed his face, and washed his sword. dust - he came over very normally.
Just like walking from the south to the north.
This time he walked from the west to the east.
The reason why people didn't see him.
It was because his sword was fired when he was going up the mountain.
So when the sword arrived at Shanhe View, Zhang Xiaoyu was already going down the mountain.
At that time, everyone's eyes were on the mountain, and naturally they did not notice a young man walking down the mountain.
When he went back, he even went to the noodle shop. There was no one inside. Everyone went to watch the fun.
So Zhang Xiaoyu ordered a bowl of noodles for himself.
Not as delicious as the ones in Nanyi City.
It's not as delicious as the ones in noodle shops.
After all, he is a swordsman and a Taoist, not a cook.
When people gathered outside the town, hiding in the mountains, hiding in the clouds, holding their breath and watching the sword going up the mountain, Zhang Xiaoyu sat by the previous window, with his mouth full of noodles. , watching them quietly.
After eating the noodles, Zhang Xiaoyu left there. Start heading towards the East China Sea.
The East China Sea is far away, but Zhang Xiaoyu still waited on the trail outside the town for a long time.
Until his sword comes back.
The Mountain and River Sword is still the Mountain and River Sword.
It's just that there are more sword holes in the sword.
It's three inches away from the sword body.
The edges were very irregular, as if someone had stabbed them with a finger.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly washed the dust off the sword, not forgetting to let the water wash away the hole in the sword body.
It wasn't until the sword was washed clean that Zhang Xiaoyu stood up again and looked up at the town not far away.
This is probably the most famous town in the world.
It's called Donghai Town, also called Jianya Town.
Of course, there are also more unconventional names, such as Muyu Town. It is said that Muyu, the tenth disciple of Tsing Yi from Mojian Cliff, grew up in the town many years ago and cut through the cliff with his last sword.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu thought it was ridiculous, he still liked the name Muyu Town better.
After all, his name is Zhang Xiaoyu.
The town is not big, but it is very lively. It is similar to some small towns in the world. It surrounds the entire Jian Cliff and the big river, and spreads out under a certain cliff in the East China Sea.
The place where Zhang Xiaoyu came in was called the North Gate.
Because he came from the view of mountains and rivers in the northwest.
The town was very prosperous and lively, and most of the people coming and going were carrying swords on their backs.
There are as many blacksmith shops here as there are card halls in Nanyi City.
Therefore, even though it was already mid-October, there was no chill in the whole town at all, and the stoves burning brightly on the streets were constantly emitting warmth.
So Zhang Xiaoyu unbuttoned the skirt of his white clothes, carried his sword and walked through the crowd.
After searching for a long time, I finally found the wine shop that was rumored to be loved by a former disciple of Mojianya.
As soon as he entered the door, a lazy voice said: "The wine is sold out today."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyes and saw a waiter lying in the corner with a bruised nose and face.
He looked miserable, as if he had been beaten up by many people.
There were many wine jars beside him, some empty, some still full.
"Then what is this?"
Zhang Xiaoyu asked, pointing at the wine jars around him.
The waiter moved a little and seemed to want to stand up, but he was probably beaten too badly. He just moved a little and the young man sat back down.
So I was too lazy to move, so I lay in the corner and said hummingly: "It seems that this is your first time drinking here?"
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Yes."
"So the next time you come here, you must remember that if I'm lying here like this, I'm out of wine."
Although the waiter couldn't move, his expression remained normal, and he looked like he was used to being beaten.
"Why?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at him in confusion.
The waiter smiled and said, "Because I'm lying like this, who will sell you wine?"
"..." Zhang Xiaoyu was speechless, and then asked: "Then how did you get beaten like this?"
"Because everyone knows that the wine here was loved by a certain senior from Mojianya many years ago, so people who come here always want to try it, but after they taste it, they find that the wine is actually not good to drink, so they think If you’re fooled, you’re going to beat me up.”
The waiter had long been accustomed to it and sat there lazily and continued: "So whether there is still wine in the store depends on whether I can stand up."
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a strange expression: "So were they deceived?"
The waiter said sincerely: "That's true. My wine is bitter and astringent. It hasn't changed in more than a thousand years."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't quite believe it, so he walked over, picked up a jar, and wanted to take a sip.
"You can drink it, but you are not allowed to hit me after drinking it." The waiter looked at Zhang Xiaoyu seriously and said, "I didn't sell it to you, and I didn't charge you any money. This is all of your own free will."
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Okay."
So after taking a sip of wine, his face became visibly ugly.
He clenched his fists, but looking at the waiter's appearance, he still endured it.
"Where's your shopkeeper?"
"I am."
"...."
The waiter smiled and said, "You wouldn't think that someone would come here to work after being beaten every day."
"That makes sense." Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, put down the wine jar, and sat down next to him. He asked very puzzledly: "That senior back then, really liked to drink this kind of wine?"
The waiter thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. That's what my wife, wife, grandpa, said. It's been more than a thousand years. Who still knows? We actually want to deny it. Who wants to be beaten every day? But the world doesn't believe it. They just thought this was a fine wine in the world, and they turned against each other after drinking it. Some people were still angry after drinking it for several years after thinking about it, and they wanted to come back and beat me. I was only a teenager at that time. Ah, do you know how much psychological harm a big dick can cause to a teenage child? You don’t know, you only care about whether your senior likes to drink this glass of wine."
"..."
Zhang Xiaoyu felt very guilty after being told by the waiter, so he reached out to help him up and sat down against the wall on the table by the window.
"Then why don't you close the shop and go do something else?"
Probably because of the activity, some wounds were involved. The waiter looked a little embarrassed. After a while, he calmed down and said: "Close the store? There will be no peace if it is closed. The more you hide it, the more people will feel This is good stuff, so I wanted to drink it like crazy. When I didn’t drink it, I became very angry and wanted to beat me up. From the look of you, you should be a very good swordsman."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "How did you tell?"
"Because I'm such a bad swordsman that I don't have the shame to wear white clothes."
"...."
"Since you are a very good swordsman, you must think that everyone can be like you. If you put the sword away today and say that I will seal the sword from now on, people may be wary of your strength, so they will really let you seal the sword. , but we can't. I also learned swordsmanship when I was a child, but after three years of learning, I'm still like a woodcutter. I can't even fly the sword. Since I don't have the strength to shut up the world, I might as well sell wine here. , to satisfy the longing in the hearts of the world.”
The waiter smiled easily and said: "Black and red are also red. Although I was beaten, I at least made money. I am not like some swordsmen who have been practicing all their lives and are so poor that they may not even have a wife." Sorry, you know that Zhang Xiaoyu who is very popular recently, he also likes to wear white clothes, and it is said that his pockets are cleaner than those clothes. By the way, what is your name? "
Zhang Xiaoyu took down the Shanhe Sword behind him, placed it on the table, pointed at the words on the sword, and looked at the miserable waiter with a smile.
"Do you know this sword?"
"Mountain... river." The waiter thought for a while and said, "Are you Li Shanhe?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then pulled the sword back.
"No, my name is Zhang Xiaoyu, the Zhang Xiaoyu you mentioned, who may not even be able to marry a wife."
"..." The waiter was silent for a while and asked, "So can you afford a wife?"
"..." Zhang Xiaoyu also fell silent. "Probably can't afford to marry."
As he spoke, he subconsciously looked to the south, but soon realized that this was the East China Sea, not Nanyi City, so he turned back.
"But there is a girl waiting for me. If I can sort out everything in this life..."
"What if you can't handle everything in your life?"
There was silence in the wine shop.
A sword cultivator opened the door curtain and walked in.
"Waiter, serve the wine."
Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at the waiter in front of him, and then said calmly: "There is no more wine."
"What's that jar over there?"
"It's water."
"I don't believe it." The sword cultivator said and was about to take a look.
The Shanhe Sword on the table suddenly came out of its sheath, and the whole room was agitated with sword intent.
"Ah, it turns out it's really water. When did I become blind?"
The man turned and walked away.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly put the Shanhe Sword into its sheath, looked at the waiter for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes, I can't afford a wife."
The waiter secretly glanced at the sword in Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, laughed awkwardly and said, "Actually, I was just joking."
Zhang Xiaoyu still said softly: "But you are right."
The waiter breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Xiaoyu slung the Shanhe Sword behind his back, then sat there and pondered for a while, then said, "Can you get down there?"
"Yes, but now that I'm like this, I'm afraid I'll fall into the pot and do it in front of my face."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "It's good if you know how to do it. There's no rush now. Can you talk nonsense?"
"Talk?"
"When you have nothing to do, just grab a handful of melon seeds, run under the tree and talk nonsense with the old men and women."
"Well, probably so."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, stood up, and walked towards the door.
"Well, when you can move, go buy some melon seeds and find someone to chat with."
"say what?"
"Just say, Shanheguan Zhang Xiaoyu came to Mojian Cliff to ask for a sword."
The waiter stayed there for a long time, but Zhang Xiaoyu had already gone out with his sword on his back, and he didn't know where he went.
What's going on?
...
Mojian Cliff, Green Bamboo House.
Even though it is October in the world, the green bamboos on the cliff are still green, and they are gurgling around the clear stream, heading downwards.
Qinglian can be a name, Qingyi can be a name, green pepper can be a name, and so can Qingzhu.
Qingzhu was the only female sword cultivator on Mojian Cliff back then. She was not a famous person either then or now.
The world often only knows the name Qingzhu, but there are very few deeds of this woman who was always quiet and elegant in the past.
I only know that after the change in Huaidu, she briefly took over as the master of Mojian Cliff, and then handed everything over to Qinglian and Yaozu.
Her whole life was hidden in the small green bamboo on the cliff, and no one remembered it anymore.
Even for Qiu Xi'er.
Her mother is Qiu Shui, and Qiu Shui's mother is Hong Yi, the previous cliff master. Hong Yi, Hong Zhenshan, is the daughter of Qing Zhu and Bai Yi.
This is the only thing Qiu Xi'er knows.
This is not a secret, just a forgotten past event.
If Qiu Shui was called Ju Yi according to her name back then, then she probably wouldn't be called Qiu Xi'er.
It is very likely that he will follow the name of the previous cliff masters and be called Xueyi.
But history didn't go that way.
Qiu Shui probably once hated the woman who used the demon heart of the demon ancestor to transform herself into a demon clan, so even though she later became the cliff master, she did not change her name back, and just called her Qiu Shui.
The tail of the Styx River comes from the end of the Huangliang Mountains.
Autumn water.
Perhaps since Qiushui, the inheritance of Mojianya has been discontinued.
The high cliff that people once dared not look up to has been silent in the East China Sea for a long time.
So it was probably because of this that Qiu Xi'er invited Jian Tianxia to Nanyi City's All Souls Festival.
Yes, Mojianya should not care about human affairs.
But that's the Cliff Lord's business.
Before Qiu Shui died and became the master of Mojian Cliff, Qiu Xi'er could still be regarded as a human sword cultivator.
Therefore, Qiu Shui is not the Three Swords in the World.
And Qiu Xi'er is.
This cold woman who once broke through the sea of swords with a sword on All Souls' Day sat quietly by the stream rocks.
But she didn't look at the sea or the world.
But reading the letter.
Someone sent the letter to Mojian Cliff Qianzhang, which is the location of the ten-year sword sect's mountain gate.
Then the wind blew it to the middle of the green bamboo.
But whether it came from the mountain wind or the sword wind is unknown.
The letter was actually very short, but Qiu Xier read it for a long time.
In the end, my eyes stayed on the last few paragraphs.
As for whether Nandao lost to a certain Donghai sword cultivator named Qingjiao, it was not an important matter.
Nan Dao's handwriting is still extremely ugly, even if it is written carefully one stroke after another, it still doesn't look good.
Qiu Xi'er gently held the lower part of the letter and read the last few sentences.
——
This is the third letter I have written to my husband. But I haven't received a reply from my husband, which sometimes makes me feel a little disappointed.
Sir, if you are not busy, can you reply to me?
Thinking of you again, sir.
South Island.
——
When did he write something like this?
Not only was he happy, but Qiu Xier, who had always been cold and cold, was also puzzled.
There is a piece of letter paper beside it.
That was delivered last time.
The same last sentence.
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The moonlight is beautiful tonight.
I'd love to come to your place, sir.
——
Qiu Xi'er put down the letter paper in her hand, and the two thin pieces of letter paper were placed on the rocks beside the stream, rustling in the mountain wind.
But there was no sign of being swept away by the wind.
Qiu Xi'er sat by the stream for a long time before she realized this.
He was probably angry that the mountain breeze had glimpsed his thoughts.
This woman, who was used to being cold and indifferent, felt a little red in the face, so the sword wind blew up and blew the two pieces of letter paper downwards, where they hung on a green bamboo branch, swinging up and down.
After looking at the two letters hanging over there for a long time, Qiu Xi'er finally turned back and looked at the clear stream on the stone quietly.
The stream rocks are pillow-shaped, sinking into the stream, and then protruding again on the other side of the stream bank.
There are pebbles and bamboo leaves on the bottom of the water, but there are no fish in it.
Maybe there once was a red fish - I heard that when Qingzhu died, he was sitting here in white clothes and blood.
Maybe there could be white fish…
Qiu Xi'er sat cross-legged on the creek rocks for a long time, but she didn't know what she was thinking.
After being silent for a long time, he raised his hand and took off the sword-shaped wooden hairpin on his hair.
A waterfall of green silk hanging down into the water.
Qiu Xi'er held the wooden hairpin in her palm, lowered her head and looked at herself in the water quietly.
I kept looking at it for a long time, but I still didn't know whether it was the ripples on the water's surface or the ripples in my heart.
So the wooden hairpin in the hand of this usually cold woman turned into a long sword like water emerging from the cold moon.
The mountain wind and sword wind blew together at this quiet little cliff dwelling.
There are white clothes as graceful as pear blossoms.
There is a sword light as bright as the bright moon.
It's probably only when the body is moving that the mind can become calm.
The sword dance lasted for a long time, and then the white dress stopped beside the green bamboo with two letters hanging on it.
The woman is holding a sword like water upside down, and a waterfall of green silk is rippling in the mountain wind.
Then he reached out and took down the two pieces of letter paper.
After reading quietly for a long time, Qiu Xi'er's eyes fell on the first few sentences of the third letter again.
——
A sword cultivator from the East China Sea came to the mountains, named Qingjiao. I wonder if Sir has heard of her name.
I'm ashamed that I lost to her twice.
I won't lose next time, sir.
——
So actually this is also important.
Qiu Xi'er calmly walked back to Qingzhu Center.
Qingzhu, the sixth senior sister of Mojianya, loved reading, so Qingzhu naturally had no shortage of pens and paper.
Sitting down in front of the small green bamboo window facing the human world, Qiu Xi'er put away the unread book and took out pen and paper.
The house is filled with rustling bamboo leaves.
It's the mountain breeze.
Qiu Xi'er looked out the window quietly for a long time, and then she lowered her head and wrote a word under the small window where the cold skylight slanted in the world.
——
good.
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