It was extremely quiet at the Nanyi River late at night.
Of course there are people in the world who have thought about letting Chen Huaifeng and others die.
But probably no one would say it so openly in Nanyi City.
Therefore, the young man standing by the river holding his sword was probably frightened for a long time. He stared at the little mouse demon sitting quietly by the tent in the wind and snow at night, under the sparse human lights.
Hulu stood there for a long time, until the heavy snow covered his shoulders and covered his eyebrows with flying catkins. The young man came back to his senses and said slowly: "I don't know whether what you said is right or wrong, but since I am a member of the Sword Sect, I naturally have to look at it from the Sword Sect's standpoint - no To be reasonable, there are naturally unreasonable reasons. Maybe sometimes in the world, we really need some such unreasonable people to come in and bring everything back to its proper course."
The young man said softly. "And you've gone a long way. For me, I just want to know one thing - what exactly did you say to that little kingfisher named Qingqing?"
Shushu sat calmly on the bow of the boat and said slowly: "I didn't say anything. I just asked her to send me a letter."
Hu Lu frowned and asked: "What letter? Where to send it?"
"Lingnan."
Hu Lu was silent for a while and said, "Who is it for?"
Shushu sneered and said, "What does it have to do with you?"
This probably has nothing to do with gourds.
But not everyone has heard of Shushu’s story.
So the sword in Hu Lu's hand was loosened and suspended in the wind and snow. The sword seemed to be unsheathed at any time. The young man with a melon-skinned head looked at Shushu and said slowly: "It has something to do with the Sword Sect. , then it has something to do with me.”
The few pedestrians on the road looked at the tense scene on the windy and snowy river in astonishment, and then fled away one after another in the night.
Shushu just said calmly: "If you don't believe it, then please."
The sword was suspended for a long time, and finally subsided in the wind and snow.
Hu Lu grasped the sword again, walked towards the river bank, jumped onto the guardrail, and left quietly along the windy and snowy long street.
"If not, I will definitely come and kill you."
The young man held his sword and walked away in the snow.
Shushu sat quietly on the bow of the boat, leaning on the edge of the snow-covered canopy, quietly watching the snowstorm.
Maybe it was because he felt a little cold, so Shushu stretched out his legs and hooked himself on the small stove.
It's just that the bottom of the boat is not smooth.
So as the stove staggered, the half pot of wine on the stove rolled down.
The rat's feet were not burned, but a large amount of wine was spilled on the bottom of the boat.
Things always get cold quickly in the wind and snow.
Shushu was probably a little sad, so he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and hid in the wupeng.
...
Shushu did meet Qingqing and asked her to send a letter to Lingnan.
That letter was sent to a little demon named Li Li from Lingnan.
The letter was delivered in the afternoon.
Maybe earlier, maybe later.
In such a heavy snow, it is easy to lose direction and lose track of time.
Even a little demon like Qingqing, who was running around in the world, couldn't find his way for a long time when he arrived in Lingnan in the wind and snow.
She flew around in the mountain snow for a long time, and finally heard a surprising voice on the snowy mountain path below.
"Qingqing!"
"Qingqing!"
Even though it was snowing heavily, the boy in orange clothes was still sleeping on the branch under the mountain gate. At this time, he jumped down and ran with a sword on his back on the mountain road covered with thick snow, shouting.
Because of the heavy snow cover, Qingqing had already flown over the mountain. It wasn't until the wind became quieter that she heard the voice of the young demon.
So after identifying it for a long time, it fell into the snow-capped mountains below.
It had been snowing heavily for several days, and even Lili couldn't tell where he was running.
But after all, we are still in Lingnan, and the footprints behind us are still there, so we won’t be able to find the way back when the time comes.
When Qingqing fell, the boy's surprise at seeing him had slowly faded away. He stood under the tree beside the mountain road with his sword on his back, feeling a little hesitant and uneasy.
I want to ask something, but I don’t dare to ask.
So he just stood quietly.
When Qingqing saw this young demon, she didn't take out the letter. She just looked at him up and down for a long time, and then asked, "Have you always been in Lingnan?"
Li Li nodded and said softly: "It's right where you sent that letter."
Qingqing looked at the boy blankly, and after a long time she said softly: "Why don't you go outside to find her?"
Lili sat down under the tree and said slowly: "Because I'm afraid that Shushu will come when I leave. If she doesn't see me there, she will think that I didn't wait for her, so she will get angry and go away. He won’t come back either.”
Qingqing felt a little angry and wanted to laugh when he heard Li Li's childish words, but when he saw the young man sighing and looking sad, he still didn't laugh.
He just sighed, and then he found a stone in the snow and sat down.
Maybe you can't blame him.
After Shushu asked her to deliver the letter, she got into trouble and was coaxed by Bu Suanzi to stay on the Nanyi River. So it was a pity that we missed the appointment.
Later, probably because of guilt, I never dared to ask about this matter.
So just like what she said to Nan Dao, she was just floating on the river, wondering whether the boy had waited or not?
Did he hate it or not?
Shushu was indeed a little girl demon back then.
So some thoughts are childish and stupid.
I think this boy is like this too.
It is clear that one of the two people is in Lingnan and the other is in Nanyi City.
But no one has heard about the other party.
I always think that maybe there are some stories that I dare not hear.
One is afraid of not coming, and the other is afraid of changing his mind.
Qingqing is just a little demon on the outside.
Nor had she thought about these stories.
The two of them stood in silence for a long time by the snowy mountain road.
After a long time, Li Li looked at Qing Qing again and said softly: "What are you going to do in Lingnan this time?"
"Send the letter." Qingqing said slowly.
Li Li was silent for a while and said, "Did you give it to me?"
"Yes."
Qingqing took out the letter from her arms that Shushu wrote while lying on the bow of a snowy boat after drinking some wine with her.
Li Li looked at the letter quietly, just like before, and did not reach out to take it.
"What's in the letter?"
He asked the same question back then.
"I have no idea."
Qingqing also answered the same way back then.
Probably the only difference is that it was a warm and soft spring morning back then, but now it's a hazy evening with snow in the mountains.
Qingqing stretched out her hand, and the letter lay in her small palm, with snow falling on it from time to time.
"Zhushu was just drinking with me, but didn't say anything. Suddenly he thought about writing a letter and asked me to send it over."
Qingqing said, but suddenly she remembered a spring long ago.
Shushu, who was still carefree at that time, held a bottle of wine and sipped it, holding her hand and walking along the field path where some wild flowers had just begun to bloom somewhere in the world.
So while walking, he suddenly said that he wanted to write a letter to a young demon he had met.
So Shushu finished the jar of wine proudly, turned the jar upside down in the field, took out a pen and paper from somewhere, smiled at the spring breeze blowing through the small yellow and white flowers in the field, and began to write. snake.
He wrote a scribbled letter and asked Qingqing to send it to Lingnan.
It's probably the top of the willow tree above the moon, where people meet after dusk.
It's a pity that Shushu couldn't go there. Shushu, who was planning to freshen up and dress up, backhandedly stole the fortune teller's head.
And then it was like she said - and then nothing more.
Li Li did not pick up the letter, but just tilted his head and thought about it, and said: "Actually, I also thought about writing her a letter at the beginning. It was after she wrote that letter that she said she would come, but she didn't come. After that, I stayed in that dusk for several months, and then one day, I suddenly thought, why not write a letter and ask."
Qingqing looked at him and asked, "Did you write it?"
Li Li smiled and said: "I wrote it, but I stopped after writing a few words. There were many reasons. For example, the stone I was lying on was too hot from the sun. The original shape was revealed, and even the hair on the paws was permed and bent. For example, after I overcame the problem of being too hot, I wrote a few more words, and then I thought of what if she really didn’t want to come? What if she really didn’t want to come? I felt very sad when I thought about it, and I lay on the tree for a long time, and then I finally plucked up the courage and decided to continue writing."
The young Tanuki stopped here.
Qingqing frowned and looked at him and asked, "What happened next?"
Li Li sighed softly and said, "I don't know where that letter should be sent."
It was extremely quiet beside the mountain snow trail, as quiet as the silent white snow.
"Although Tingfengjian Sect has Lingluo Pavilion to deliver letters, even if it's to the end of the world, as long as they can deliver it, they will deliver it for you, and the charge is not expensive. Although I don't have much money, it's enough." Li Li smiled softly, Also very melancholy. "But no one can be sent to who-knows-where."
"There's no way I can tell them that I want to send the letter to a very cute little demon named Shushu."
The errors in a story naturally come from more than one party.
"So I didn't write it anymore." Li Li said softly before taking the letter from Qing Qing's hand. "Maybe I should be like Shushu, drink some wine, and then don't worry about anything else, just write it first and then talk about it. As long as I write it, I can always find a chance to send it out - some time ago, I saw the Tianya Sword The old man from Zong came down the mountain. I asked him where he was going, and he said to the human world. So I thought, should I let him help bring a letter? He probably saw my hesitation and asked me what I wanted to bring to the human world. Is that so? But I didn’t finish writing it at the time, and it was getting dark. I didn’t want to waste his time, so I said I didn’t have anything to bring.”
Li Li looked down at the letter in his hand and said softly: "I know what I said is a bit too depressing."
"Yes."
Qingqing said softly.
Li Li smiled and said: "But just like when you sent that letter, I asked you what you wrote, and you said you didn't know, but in fact you knew. So you must know this time too. "
"Yes." Qingqing said, lowering her head and looking at the snow on the ground.
"When you came that time, your eyes kept rolling and you kept looking at me, full of curiosity. With this attitude, even if you don't read the letter, you can probably guess the content of the letter."
Li Li turned the letter in his hand from the front to the back, and then from the back to the front, flipping it over and over again, but did not look at it, just looking at the rat head on the envelope.
"It's the same this time. When you came, you asked me if I had been in the mountains all this time. There was blame in your tone, and your expression looked a little regretful and dejected."
Li Li looked at Qing Qing, smiled softly, and said: "So this time, I can probably guess what is written in the letter."
Of course Qingqing knew.
On the snowy Nanyi River, Shushu actually said a lot of things.
For example, when she looked north of the city, she was only looking at Lingnan.
For example, why is the boy waiting or not waiting?
Hence this letter.
If Qingqing came to Lingnan and didn't see such a waiting boy, there would be no need to send this letter again.
Shushu's love is probably just two letters from spring to winter.
Li Li put the letter into his arms, then looked at Qingqing and said, "I won't read the content in the letter. I will go to Nanyi City to find her."
The little demon Lili in orange clothes stood up and waved to Qingqing.
"I'm going back. The wind and snow are too strong. Otherwise, the footprints will be submerged in the snow, and it will be difficult to find the way back."
"Um."
Qingqing nodded, said nothing, turned into a little blue bird, and flew into the wind and snow again.
The young demon walked quietly on the mountain road, without looking back to see where the little cyan bird had flown to, and he really didn't look at what was written on the letter.
Just carrying the sword on his back, like all the human sword cultivators of the Lingnan Sword Sect, he walked step by step in the snow like a common person.
Until we reached the familiar mountain gate that we had been waiting for for many years.
The young demon Li Li's expression changed, and he suddenly pulled out the sword behind him.
In the Lame Deer Sword Sect, go up from the mountain gate.
The mountains are covered with wind and snow.
It is also full of wind and blood.
...
When Zhang Xiaoyu left the Tianya Sword Sect with his sword on his back, it was already dark in the world for a long time.
Unconsciously, I ate that hot hotpot all night long.
Although he was very full, Zhang Xiaoyu still couldn't help but miss the huge hot pot while walking on the road in the wind and snow.
Although because I had to take care of Le Chaotian, the soup base was not thick and only had some light red color.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it, then turned back with a sigh, and looked over many snowy mountains to where he came from. However, the small building in the mountain canyon was hidden very deep, even if there was no wind and snow, it was still invisible.
When Zhang Xiaoyu turned around, he saw a figure standing in the wind and snow.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, why are you here again? Do you also want to have a hot and red hot pot?
That figure is naturally listening to the wind.
Listening to Feng Yin will naturally also love hot pot.
Sometimes I would gather some old sword cultivator friends from the small Dao realm on Tingfeng River and have a fun rafting hot pot session.
It's the kind of place where people sit by the stream, each holding a small hot pot, with ingredients floating in the stream, eating as they please.
This way of eating is actually quite famous in the spiritual world. It is called Qu Shui Shui Guo, and it was first invented in Lingnan.
As for the reason why it is not popular in the world, it is because the vegetables in the stream sometimes drift too far and are difficult to obtain, so practitioners have no worries in this regard.
In such a snowy winter deep in the mountains, everyone wants to have a hot and red hot pot.
But Ting Fengyin stood here naturally not because he smelled the hot pot smell from Zhang Xiaoyu's body in the wind and snow in Lingnan, which took several days to fade away.
"Senior brother is leaving now?"
Ting Fengyin stood on the Snow Wind Mountain Road and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said.
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you still going to let me have a meal?"
Tingfeng Yin said slowly: "If senior brother wants to eat, that's fine, but before that, I have some things I want to ask senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at him quietly and said, "What's the matter?"
Maybe it was because of the heavy wind and snow. The sword cultivator with white hair on the temples narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked: "When senior brother went to Tianya Sword Sect before, did he ever go to Lame Deer Sword Sect?"
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "That demon sword sect?"
"Yes."
"Haven `t been there."
Silence fell on the mountain road.
After a long time, Ting Fengyin said softly: "Senior Brother's sword has blood and demonic power."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and looked at Ting Feng Yin, and said slowly: "It seems something happened to the Lame Deer Sword Sect."
Tingfeng Yin looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly and said, "Hundreds of demon cultivators, big and small, were all killed."
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly pulled out the Shanhe Sword behind him. The blood on the blade had been wiped clean, but not on the hilt.
The blood stains had solidified in the winter snow, like red oil accidentally dripping after eating hot pot.
But tonight's hot pot is indeed not very popular.
Both of them looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's sword in the wind and snow.
"The people in Heaven Hell also have demon cultivators."
This is a sentence that is rarely said in the world.
Heavenly Prison does not allow people on the twelfth floor to think about becoming immortals, but allows them to transform into monsters.
No matter how you look at it, it is an extremely weird thing.
So people in the world generally don’t say such things.
Ting Fengyin said softly: "Yes, but senior brother, such a thing is a bit of a coincidence."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the Shanhe Sword in his hand for a long time and said calmly: "That is your business."
Ting Fengyin was silent for a while and said: "This is not a matter in Lingnan. It was the place where the demon master died. No matter how much he declines, the power of the two clans will eventually be involved."
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly returned the sword in his hand to the scabbard behind him, and looked at Ting Feng Yin calmly.
He had stayed in Nanyi City and the Human Sword Sect for a long time, so he naturally knew what the Lingnan Lame Deer Sword Sect, a not powerful demon cultivating place, represented.
Back then, the demons in the world came across Yunmengze. The demon master used his soul as a guide to worship Donghuang Taiyi. Only then did many demons successfully cross Nanyi City and return to their homeland. Then the lame elk died in Lingnan.
If something goes wrong in such a place, it is naturally no small matter.
But Zhang Xiaoyu just said calmly: "That is still your business."
"The world wouldn't think so, senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu walked calmly down the mountain road.
"That's ultimately your business."
Zhang Xiaoyu passed by Ting Fengyin, and this swordsman, who was considered an extremely high level in Lingnan, did not stop him.
It was impossible to stop him.
Of course no one in Lingnan can stop Zhang Xiaoyu.
"So does this matter really have nothing to do with senior brother?"
Ting Fengyin stood on the mountain road and looked back at the sword cultivator in white who was walking away and asked.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer.
Maybe I think it's stupid to answer such a question.
