Zhang Xiaoyu might have guessed something.
That's why he said something like "the people of He Zong are hiding" later.
But he didn't care.
Those who hide are naturally those who hide.
I just drink and eat noodles in the wine shop every day, and then look out the window at the long street.
The town surrounds the high cliffs of the East China Sea, so the streets are naturally curved and it is not possible to see everything at a glance.
Zhang Xiaoyu watched that short paragraph every day and never got tired of it.
Since the wine shop turned into a noodle shop, the waiter has been busy.
People were surprised to find that there was such a delicious noodle shop here. The people coming in every day made the waiter so busy that he even forgot about the fact that he thought something was missing from the account book.
So Zhang Xiaoyu returned to his old profession.
Do odd jobs.
When he was in Nanyi City, Zhang Xiaoyu often served tea, water and wiped the tables at Su Guang's inn, and he was still doing his job well now.
Some unsuspecting visitors to the human town are very satisfied with Zhang Xiaoyu's service. Sometimes they will give him some small rewards when they meet someone who spends a lot of money.
Zhang Xiaoyu sometimes sits by the window and looks at the money on the table, but he smiles and thinks of those people in Nanyi City.
For example, the junior brother holding an umbrella.
He would definitely think that if Zhang Xiaoyu saw so much money, he would go crazy with joy.
Zhang Xiaoyu is indeed very happy. Living in the world, even if he is a disciple of Three Swords and Three Views, he cannot avoid spending money.
Of course having money is the best.
So he looked at it for a long time and collected all the money.
People who come to the East China Sea are either practitioners or rich people.
So Zhang Xiaoyu also saved a lot of money.
Sometimes I look at the waiters working there and think that I might as well settle the bill when I leave.
After all, Zhang Xiaoyu is not really heartless.
He just doesn't have the money sometimes.
Of course, the waiter didn't know what Zhang Xiaoyu was thinking by the window. He only knew that this Taoist cultivator, whose name was known to everyone in the world, was a very kind person and helped him greet his guests every day.
The waiter felt that when Zhang Xiaoyu was about to leave, he would have to pay him a salary no matter what.
Although he is just a small noodle shop owner in the world, Zhang Xiaoyu is a very high practitioner.
But wages must be paid no matter what.
After all, His Majesty in Huaidu promulgated the law many years ago.
Article 1,362 makes it clear that those who are in arrears with wages will be compensated three times and fined three times. If the circumstances are serious, they will be strictly prohibited from doing business for three generations.
Both men are thinking about giving each other money.
What is a two-way rush?
This is called running in both directions.
...
October flies by.
When people on the street spit out white mist when they talk, people know that really cold days are coming.
Even though the town is full of blazing stoves that burn all day long, the chill still creeps into people's collars through the streets and alleys.
Sometimes when people get up early and touch the window lattice, they can see the fine white frost, so they add a cotton coat and walk on the street.
Then the difference between the human world and the spiritual world became clear.
Although many people carry swords, their clothes are thick. Some people carry swords and wear thin clothes. They are walking comfortably on the street, looking at the swords on the street and looking at the cliffs above.
Some people hurriedly wore warm clothes and passed by in a hurry to enjoy the heat.
That line doesn't actually exist.
But when people see the distinct scenes on the street, there is a clear but invisible line in their eyes.
Zhang Xiaoyu was also watching from the window.
The wine in front of him was hot, and the waiter sat there holding a stove, warming himself by the fire, huddled up and drinking hot wine, while waiting at any time to serve bowls of noodles to people who walked into the wine shop - the shop only sold noodles. Noodles only sell ordinary bowls of repeated noodles, which is the bowl that was originally ordered for Zhang Xiaoyu.
"Nanyi City is not like this." Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly said.
The waiter was stunned for a moment and looked up at the sword cultivator by the window. He was also wearing very thin clothes, just a fluffy white coat and a Taoist robe underneath.
"What's not like this?" asked the waiter.
Zhang Xiaoyu drank hot wine and looked out the window, smiling as if he was nostalgic.
"People outside."
The waiter looked out the window and found nothing unusual.
Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to realize this, so he explained to him.
"The clothes they are wearing." Zhang Xiaoyu said, leaning against the window edge and thinking with his head tilted, "It looks too inconsistent. Some are wearing thin clothes, some are wearing bulky clothes, and it seems like ice is about to freeze under the eaves, but it is It always feels weird.”
"Weird?" The waiter took a sip of wine and said, "Aren't they all like this? Practitioners are not afraid of the cold, so why do they dress so bulky like ordinary people?"
"Nanyi City is not like this." Zhang Xiaoyu said with a soft smile, "In winter, everyone dresses very bloated - like the world, there is nothing wrong with it."
"Then how do you know who are practitioners?" The waiter asked in confusion.
"Why do we need to know who are practitioners?" Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile. "Everyone was born on this land, and we all died on this land. Why should we distinguish it so clearly?"
The waiter shrugged and said, "I don't know, I'm just a noodle cook."
Just when he said this, someone opened the door curtain and walked in.
"Boss, please give me a bowl of noodles, no green onions and no spicy food."
Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at him, he was just an ordinary person.
But Zhang Xiaoyu still said seriously: "This doesn't taste good."
The man sat down not far away.
"I'm happy not to eat onions or spicy food."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and turned back.
Yes.
Zhang Xiaoyu has stayed in Nanyi City for a long time, so naturally he loves onions and spicy food.
But not everyone likes to eat this way.
Maybe there is a difference between ordinary people and practitioners.
Just like humans and monsters.
But that doesn't affect the word 'harmony'.
But when Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look out the window, he still felt a little weird. Probably because he had been in Nanyi City for a long time, and he felt inexplicably separated from such common things in the world.
So he lowered his head and drank the wine.
The man finished his bowl of noodles quickly and enjoyed it very much.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu didn't quite understand, after all, in his opinion, Xiaoer's noodles were delicious because of the onions and peppers.
How to eat it without adding onion or spicy?
So he looked at the waiter who came out of the kitchen wiping his hands and said, "Bring me a bowl of noodles without onions and spicy."
Waiter: "..."
If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Xiaoyu is a damn awesome swordsman, the waiter would have scolded her directly.
I didn’t mention it just now, but I might as well drink two bowls at a time.
But even though the waiter was very angry, he still served Zhang Xiaoyu a bowl of noodles seriously.
This time the ground was plain white, without the red juice of chili peppers or the green of chopped green onions. It was just drizzled with some light yellow soup, and then some small ingredients such as fungus minced meat were added to the edge of the bowl.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked a little sad when the noodles were brought to him, forgetting that he also loved eating noodles like this when he was staying in the temple a long time ago.
The waiter was holding a bowl and drinking wine at the side, and then looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who hadn't moved his chopsticks for a long time, feeling a little strange.
"Why don't you eat?"
You should eat his grandma’s!
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, picked up the chopsticks on the bowl, banged them on the table for a long time, and then stabbed them into the noodle bowl.
That posture was very decisive.
Just like when a young swordsman faced an invincible opponent, he fought hard with his sword.
The waiter was stunned at this look.
But Zhang Xiaoyu quickly picked up a piece of noodles and put it into his mouth.
There was no surprise like I imagined, suddenly finding the same feeling as before.
The noodles are cooked just right, the soup is thick and delicious, the minced meat is also delicious, and the fungus is very refreshing.
But without the spiciness, Zhang Xiaoyu still felt it was a little less interesting.
Just like my white clothes, after they are stained with blood, no matter how diligently they are washed, there will still be many tiny stains.
So Zhang Xiaoyu never paid attention to the black spots on his clothes.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the bowl of noodles quietly for a long time, then put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine bowl, and drank the wine that had become cold after being left for a while.
"It's not delicious?" The waiter was very confused when he saw Zhang Xiaoyu's appearance. He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. He felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
It's just missing a few flavors.
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "No, it's delicious, just."
I don't like it anymore.
From the first time I walked into Guanli, to the first time I walked into Nanyi City.
And then return to the past days.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought that he was still the same boy as before.
But where is the boy from the past?
All changes are subtle.
Then it slowly accumulated into a huge river.
Everyone was in the river, being pushed forward, but they said to themselves - I haven't changed at all.
Of course it won't work just to be stubborn.
You have to look back and realize where things started to change.
So Zhang Xiaoyu pushed the bowl of noodles to the waiter.
The waiter picked up the chopsticks and ate with big mouthfuls.
"Forget it if you don't want to eat it. I won't eat such delicious noodles. I only added these ingredients because of the help you give me every day."
The waiter said angrily while eating.
Zhang Xiaoyu just smiled sadly, drank wine, and turned to look out the window.
"Did the snow come a little early this year?"
Naturally, it hasn't snowed yet in the town, and everything is still red, but the chill is getting heavier and heavier.
People are still walking around in the streets, either thin or in a hurry.
The waiter said without raising his head: "It's okay, although most of the time it's a little late. But there are also people who come early. It depends on the weather, not whether we want it to snow or not."
The bowl of noodles was finished quickly. While the waiter was clearing the bowl and chopsticks, he thought of something again and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Are you hungry? I'll give you another normal bowl. "
Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said with a smile: "No practitioner is hungry, he just wants to eat."
Or just pretend to be a common person.
Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent after saying this and looked out the window.
Yes.
Wearing winter clothes is the same as eating noodles.
It's not that I'm cold or hungry, I'm just thinking about it.
Why do you think so?
Probably because I feel like I should be like a common person.
Yeah?
Isn't it?
Zhang Xiaoyu took a sip of the cold wine at the bottom of the bowl with regret, and then picked up the wine pot on the stove nearby, but it might have been almost empty, so it felt light when he lifted it up.
After half a bowl was poured, the wine was gone.
So Zhang Xiaoyu shouted to the kitchen: "There's no more wine!"
The waiter was probably washing dishes, so he just said oh, and then said, "I'll buy it later."
Zhang Xiaoyu drank the remaining half bowl of wine with some filter residue, then put down the wine bowl and said to the kitchen, "Forget it, don't buy it."
The waiter was packing the dishes and chopsticks inside, thinking why he shouldn't buy them.
So when he walked out, he saw Zhang Xiaoyu standing up with a sword on his back, standing by the door with the curtain raised, looking at the streets of the town.
"What's wrong?"
The waiter threw the cloth he wiped his hands on to the table beside him and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu curiously.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and smiled and said, "Nothing, it's going to snow tomorrow, I'm leaving."
The waiter was still there in a daze, but the swordsman in white at the door had already lowered the curtain and walked out of the restaurant.
Is it going to snow?
The waiter didn't chase him out, he just walked to the window and looked outside.
The sea breeze at the end of October is naturally much warmer than anywhere else in the world.
But it still carries a lot of coldness.
The coldness may come from the wind, or from the lonely and ostentatious hangings on the eaves, or from the shrinking necks of passers-by on the road.
Of course, those practitioners would not shrink their necks. They carried their swords and walked straight down the street.
The sword cultivator in white also shrank his neck at first.
But after shrinking back, he stretched it out again, carrying the sword on his back, and walking in the winter sea breeze on the streets of the small town with fluttering white clothes.
So many eyes turned to the sword cultivator in white.
The waiter just glanced briefly and then raised his head to look at the sky.
It was dark.
Maybe it will really snow tomorrow.
The waiter sat back in front of the stove and started to light the fire.
...
Zhong Saoxue held his sword and sat with his feet propped up on a stone at the foot of Qingshan Mountain.
Perhaps he had swept too much snow in the past, so the way he held the sword was a bit like holding a broom.
There was another person not far away.
Qin Chulai had a sword mark between his eyebrows.
The uncle of Qingtian Dao really didn't suffer much. The sword just grazed his eyebrow.
Just like clearing snow.
There was snow between his eyebrows, so someone came to sweep it away.
Qin Chulai was also sitting, but with his hands on his knees, like a meditator.
But he was not brooding, just silent.
This green mountain is not close to the high cliff, but it is not far either.
Looking up, you can see the sword cliff towering into the clouds and mist.
People like them can naturally see more than just clouds and mist.
You can also see the sword intent wandering endlessly among the clouds and mist.
That was left behind by many Sword Sect seniors many years ago.
Mojian Cliff Mojian Cliff.
When the sword sect named Ten Years Sword Sect stayed on this high cliff, they might have thought about many things.
So he began to leave his sword intention behind and began to grind the mountain.
Until a sword was pulled out from the clear spring of Zhuojiantai.
But now Jianya is just silent, silent in those sword intentions.
The sword is sharpened.
The story of the ten-year sword sect is also over.
There is only such a sword cliff left in the world, standing in the East China Sea, watching the world quietly.
But Qin Chulai did not feel charming when facing Qingshan Jianya.
Just sat there in silence.
"What's so interesting about this sword in the East China Sea?"
Qin Chulai said with a sigh.
The senior swordsman over there, who was holding a sword with his feet propped up and knocking stones while he was free, just said calmly: "Then what was there to see in that sword fight at Shanhe View?"
Zhong Saoxue looked at the sky that was about to snow, and said calmly: "Since you like to watch it, then naturally you have to finish it. The reputation of Jianzong is not that easy to lose, and the disciples of Jianzong are not that easy to bully."
Qin Chulai really wanted to say that you are being unreasonable.
But for someone who is already a master-uncle in the human world, it would be a bit ridiculous to say such things again.
The two of them sat at the foot of the mountain for a long time.
Then another person came from outside the mountain and sat down in the grass far away.
"Should I be free to look at it?"
The man's voice was very young.
Zhong Saoxue looked over there calmly, and then said: "Hezong Chen Qingshan, of course you can look at it casually."
Chen Qingshan was sitting far away. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he was a little surprised when he thought about it.
"Bai Mo Jianzhong sweeps the snow. I didn't expect that a senior like me, who is almost the same generation as Bai Fengyu, would still have the time to know my name." The young man from the He Sect in the distance chuckled softly and said, "It's even more impressive. pleasure."
Zhong Saoxue sighed softly and said: "It is precisely because I have seen the story of senior Bai Fengyu that I know your name is Chen Qingshan. After all, people in Shanhe Temple will be more or less influenced by this old madman. .”
Chen Qingshan smiled from a distance and said: "That's not good. When will your human sword sect decline?"
Zhong Saoxue didn't have any emotional changes. He just thought about it and said, "Let's wait until later. It may take a long time."
All things naturally prosper and must decline.
For example, the high cliff in front of them.
High cliffs.
How the people on this cliff changed the color of the world.
How deserted and lonely it is now.
Therefore, Zhong Saoxue can naturally accept that one day, the Sword Sect dormant in the south will slowly decline.
The world is moving forward, and pride will fade.
Chen Qingshan said softly: "That's such a pity."
Zhong Saoxue said calmly: "If you, Shanhe Guan, can live in peace, why should you be afraid of the Human Sword Sect?"
Chen Qingshan chuckled softly and said: "On the contrary, it is not us who are afraid of you Human Sword Sect, but you who are afraid of us."
Zhong Saoxue glanced over there and continued to strike the sword in his hand.
"It's just each other."
Those who watch the storm and those who stir up the storm naturally hate each other.
It was silent again under the green mountains.
The three of them looked at the high cliff quietly.
Qin Chulai was silent for a long time. There were quiet seniors and flamboyant juniors here. Being caught in the middle, he naturally looked a little embarrassed.
So he looked at it for a long time and said, "What are you looking at at Shanhe View?"
Chen Qingshan smiled softly and said: "Just watching, senior."
"What's there to see?" Qin Chulai sighed softly, but he didn't want to see it.
Chen Qingshan still smiled and said, "Didn't senior watch from the outside that day?"
Qin Chulai stopped talking.
He had forgotten.
These two people are Zhang Xiaoyu's senior brothers.
Although Chen Qingshan is very young, he can't beat him.
But the people of He Zong are very annoying.
It wasn't just Jian Zong who found it annoying.
Even if he is the master uncle of Qingtian Dao, he will still find it annoying.
So he simply shut up and sat down quietly.
So I waited for the snow to come.
