There was a young man in the snow at the foot of the mountain, carrying a sword and walking slowly.
Perhaps because he had to quickly break through the sword light blockade from the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect, the vitality in his divine sea had been depleted, so he could only step on the snow step by step towards Nanyi City.
The dusk in the sky was already very thick, and the smoke and clouds after the snow were very gorgeous. Orange lights were everywhere, as if someone had broken a salted egg yolk in the snow, so those colors softly smeared the entire world.
Li Li didn't look at the scenery, just walked quietly with his head down.
If it were in the past, there would always be many people walking on this road from Lingnan to Nanyi City, but maybe it's because of the snow, or maybe it's the mountain closure. It's very quiet here, and there are no pedestrians on the mountain road.
When Li Li happened to think of this, he saw a man sitting on a rock not far away, looking towards the south in a daze.
The man was wearing white clothes and carrying a sword. He might be a swordsman, Li Li thought, but didn't care and continued to walk forward quietly.
But when he was about to approach that person, he smelled some blood, which seemed to come from the sword cultivator's sword.
Li Li stopped there, silently looking at the sword cultivator who had his back turned to him.
There seems to be some residual demonic power in the smell of blood.
Tanuki's perception is very sensitive.
So he stood there for a long time and slowly said: "Are you here to kill me?"
The man finally turned his head. He was very young. He probably looked melancholy before, so he also looked melancholy when he turned around, but there was still some confusion and confusion in his melancholy.
"What did you say?" Zhang Xiaoyu felt that he might have met a lunatic.
I swept away the snow smoothly, sat on a stone and stared in the direction of Nanyi City in a daze. Then a man appeared out of nowhere from behind and said, "Are you here to kill me?"
Li Li was silent for a while and said: "Isn't it? There is no one on this road, but when I came, you were sitting here. There is still blood on your sword that has not been wiped clean, and there are also killings on you. The demon queen’s remaining demon power, such a coincidental story, aren’t you going to wait here to kill me?”
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Li and said, "What state are you in?"
Li Li said softly: "Enter the Tao."
"What state am I in?"
"can not tell."
"..." Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said, "I was in the seventh realm of the trail many years ago."
Then Zhang Xiaoyu, who probably felt very speechless, jumped down from the stone and stepped on the snow with his sword on his back.
"If I want to kill you, there is no need to wait for such a beautiful sunset to exaggerate the atmosphere. I think you should have come down from Lingnan, and you are still a little demon cultivator. You are probably the one who destroyed your family. The sword sect slipped through the net. If I really wanted to kill you, you would have no chance to get off the mountain."
Li Li thought in silence for a long time, looked at the white-clothed swordsman in front of him who was stepping on the crisp snow, and said, "Maybe you are killing people in Lingnan, are you afraid of being discovered?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped, turned around, tilted his head and looked at the little demon for a long time, and said, "Are you the protagonist of some human drama?"
Li Li said softly: "If you are not the protagonist of the drama, can't you have a chance to speak out?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at him quietly, and then said slowly: "It's true, but you look too nervous."
Li Li also realized this, and stood there and took a deep breath. He probably calmed down a little before continuing to move forward.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked slowly in front.
"Of course, I can understand why you are like this. After all, if a person is very tired, if his mind is very confused, if he has just encountered something unexpected, he will naturally become suspicious and suspicious, and everything will look like a ghost."
Zhang Xiaoyu said to himself.
Li Li did not answer, but looked behind for a long time before slowly saying: "Are you Zhang Xiaoyu?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "It would be fine if it wasn't Li Xiaoyu."
Li Li said softly: "Li Xiaoyu is not good."
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the tired young man and said, "Why is it bad?"
"Because everyone knows that Zhang Xiaoyu is one of the three swordsmen of the younger generation. When you hear this name, you will subconsciously think of your senior brother, not just the name. If it were called Li Xiaoyu, you would not have this sense of awe. I will I’ll be very greedy.”
Li Li was probably a little greedy, and swallowed when he said those words for fish.
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, and then sighed and said: "It turns out to be a stupid cat. That meeting is really annoying."
Zhang Xiaoyu has always disliked others calling him Senior Brother Yu or fish-related titles.
Although at first it was just because the word's homophone was so stupid.
But if I hate it for a long time, sometimes I feel like I am a fish.
Just like if someone is born in the year of the Ox, after talking about it for a long time, he will feel a sense of intimacy when he sees the cow, and then he pats the old cow on the back and says proudly, I am a cow.
But most of the time, such words are often used to emphasize temper and character.
Naturally, Zhang Xiaoyu would not confidently say that I am a fish.
Especially when the little demon behind you is a cat demon.
But Li Li frowned strangely when he heard Zhang Xiaoyu's words.
"Senior brother is not really a fish, is he?"
"...Does it mean that if someone is called Baicai, he must be Baicai?"
"My master is indeed a cabbage."
"..."
Zhang Xiaoyu was speechless.
Fortunately, no one in the Sword Sect thought so, otherwise Senior Brother Jiang Ye would most likely have been served to someone else's table.
Li Li was silent for a while, and then after a long time, he slowly said: "Did our senior brother kill the members of our Sword Sect?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped and looked quietly at the little demon boy behind him.
Although a boy may not necessarily be a boy in the world, a little demon is indeed a little demon.
So when Zhang Xiaoyu, a sword cultivator who had already entered the Dao Dao at a young age, looked over, Li Li still felt a little suffocated.
"no."
Zhang Xiaoyu said these three words calmly, then turned back and continued walking on the snow.
"You can believe it or not, or you can go to the world and spread the word that I, Zhang Xiaoyu, killed the members of the Lame Deer Sword Sect. I don't care."
Li Li stood there silently, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's back.
After a long time, he slowly said: "I believe, I can see that senior brother has feelings for this land in the south."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't speak, just walked quietly.
Li Li followed with his sword on his back.
The two walked for a while, but they met a person from Nanyi City.
Li Li didn't know him, but he saw Zhang Xiaoyu in front of him and stopped, then he said with a soft smile: "Senior brother."
The man called Senior Brother also smiled slightly and said, "Junior Brother, are you going back to Nanyi City?"
Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "No, let's just stop by."
"where are you going?"
"Southern, go to the south and have a look. Where are you going, senior brother?"
"Lingnan."
"Um."
So the two passed by each other.
Li Li stood there and watched, but he was a little confused.
The two of them looked very familiar, but why was the conversation so hasty?
Until the tall senior brother passed by Li Li, Li Li was still a little confused and looked back for a long time at the disciple who should also be a disciple of the Human Sword Sect.
"What are you looking at?"
Li Li turned around and saw Zhang Xiaoyu looking back in his direction.
"I'm a little curious about who that senior brother is."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Chen Huaifeng, wolfberry sword Chen Huaifeng."
The mountain and river sword Zhang Xiaoyu, the white ink sword Zhong sweeps the snow, and the wolfberry sword Chen Huaifeng.
The swords of the Human Sword Sect have always had names and surnames before they disappeared into the human world.
Li Li felt that he should have heard of this name, but he probably hadn't left Lingnan for a long time and had forgotten it, but he still nodded and said, "Senior brothers should be very familiar with each other."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "Yes."
"But I saw that the conversation was a bit short, not even as much as my senior brother and a stranger like me. I said a few words in a hurry and then left."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and continued to move forward down the mountain.
"Because we have been talking for many years, everything that can be said has been said. We are all people who know each other, so naturally there is nothing that needs to be discussed."
Tanuki Li stood behind and listened quietly.
"As for walking away in a few words." Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at the dusk while walking, and then said softly.
"Probably - life is similar everywhere, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on the snow and mud. Occasionally there are fingers and claws left on the mud..."
Li Li stood there in a daze, but the sword cultivator in white had already walked away.
Only one sentence was left.
"Hongfei's complex plan."
Hongfei's complex calculations.
With whom not?
...
After Chen Huaifeng left.
Hu Lu stood there for a long time, then left the Sword Sect with the sword on his back.
After the heavy snowfall, the world gradually became lively. The big river weeping willows that were approaching dusk were gathering momentum in the snow. About next year, they would sprout green buds and grow new branches again. Thousands of them would hang down from the cold world. Green silk.
But that's for next year.
Hu Lu thought so.
When a person is in a bad mood, naturally everything will be in my color.
So even though I know that the dry willow branches on the river bank will be green again.
Hu Lu just thought that it would be next year.
Some lanterns on the street are old, worn out and faded. People will take them down and replace them with brand new lanterns that emit warm red light.
But that’s next year too.
The stone slabs on the street had been stepped on for a long time and began to warp, so someone picked up a hammer and smashed the corners. Like a fish dying of thirst, it stared at the sky with its mouth raised.
People will also practice it.
But that’s not next year, it may be many years later.
After some stories were told and people calmed down, they looked back at the old city and thought how ugly it was. Then they pried it out and replaced it with a new one.
People are always in ruins and withering, heading towards a newer world.
But that will be next year, or maybe even longer.
When the familiar senior brother leaves, there will be other senior brothers who will become familiar with him.
That was also a lot longer.
Hu Lu carried the sword on his back. I don't know why, but when I looked at this human world that I hadn't noticed any changes in for a long time, I suddenly felt that it was very broken and lonely.
There seems to be nothing pleasing to the eye, which makes one want to dig them out, plant new ones, pick them off, hang a red one, pry them out, and replace them with a good one.
When Hu Lu thought about this, she felt very stuffy in her heart.
He wanted to run into an alley with his hands behind his back like a young boy and have a good cry.
But he is no longer a young boy, he is already a grown boy.
At the age of fifteen, even Kamigawa's young boy protection method would not care about him.
So he could only walk in the streets in despair, watching other young boys licking candied haws and walking happily away in the snow.
One restaurant got a new lantern.
The red gourds were hanging under the eaves, and the gourds looked there, then turned to look at the dusk in the sky.
The smoke cloud was very heavy, so there was only orange color like the juice that flows out after smashing a ripe fruit, and the sun could not be seen.
So Hu Lu looked back at the lantern hanging on the wine shop.
Under the red lantern paper, there is a bright spot.
It turns out you are hiding in here!
Hu Lu thought so.
So he walked into the wine shop.
The fifteen-year-old boy bought a bottle of wine openly.
So the young man also hid.
Walking on the street with a sword on his back, he hid in the pot of wine.
Hu Lu drank wine and walked along the long street for a long time, and then he saw the small boat parked by the river.
Shushu probably saw the young man who was drinking there, but he didn't have any emotions. He just sat quietly on the bow of the boat, glanced at it, and then started making wine again.
Of course Hu Lu didn’t know that Shu Shu was here.
But when he only came along the river, it explained something.
Hu Lu drank heavily by the river, then threw the wine bottle into the river, carried the sword on his back, crossed the guardrail, and jumped onto Shushu's boat.
Probably the boy jumped out of the boat and broke some of the balance, causing Shushu's well-stopped boat to start drifting downwards with the river water.
People were coming and going on the long street. Some people were startled by the sound of the boy jumping on the boat, but after taking a look, they didn't care and continued walking along the long street talking and laughing.
Shushu had just bought the wine. She was reluctant to buy expensive wine, so she just bought a pot of cheap wine by the river. There was a piece of oil paper beside it with half a small roast chicken on it.
When the young Hu Lu jumped on the boat, the boat tilted slightly. Shuashu subconsciously went to hold the pot of wine on the stove, but he touched the stove and was burned. A lot of wine still spilled out.
If it had been before, she would have run into the cabin in a panic to see if her money was still there.
Hu Lu thought the same thing, but he didn't think much about it. The wine he just drank was still swaying in his stomach.
So he didn't wait for Shushu to speak, and said calmly: "The people from Qingtian Dao are here."
Shushu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and said with a sneer: "That is indeed a good thing."
Hu Lu was silent for a while and said softly: "When did you tell them?"
Shushu sat in front of the stove, ignoring the boat floating on the river, and said calmly: "You can take a guess."
Hu Lu looked at Shushu quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Forget it, I won't guess anymore."
Shushu was about to say something, but the boy with a melon-skinned head suddenly kicked over her small stove. The wine pot rolled off the stove, and the wine spilled all over the boat. The charcoal fire in the stove also rolled out and fell on the half of the roast chicken that Shushu had not had a chance to eat. While making a sizzling sound, it burned everything into an ugly black appearance.
"I don't want to guess anymore, it's like this anyway." There were many things surging in Hu Lu's heart, maybe it was the drink he just drank, maybe it was the accumulated winter emotions, everything came to his mind, making him breathless. Come, so the boy breathed rapidly.
Shushu looked at the boy in front of him in astonishment, who might be drunk, or maybe he was deliberately drunk.
There is a cold light flowing in the dusk.
It's the boy's sword.
If not, I will definitely kill you.
Before Shushu could react, he was slashed on the shoulder by the young man's sword.
Shushu stepped back in pain, covering his shoulders, looking at the young man with a painful expression, his eyes widened, and he cursed angrily: "Are you crazy?"
"I didn't, it's you who are crazy." The young man approached with his sword in hand, "You knew the consequences of doing so, but you still told those things to the people of Qingtian Dao."
Shushu took a deep breath, but also calmed down. He no longer cared about the sword wound on his shoulder, and reached out to hold the bamboo pennant beside the boat.
Penny is new.
The broken one has gone to no one knows where.
But the stories are similar.
It's just that this time the crazy person became the young boy Hu Lu.
People on the street were walking in the snow wearing thick winter coats, and they saw this scene when they turned around.
The streets were in an uproar.
They recognized the young boy Hu Lu. He was the youngest disciple of the Human Sword Sect.
They also recognize Shushu, a little demon that has been parading on the Nanyi River for many years.
So on that river, in that boat, what happened.
It was probably the people's gaze that made Hu Lu wake up a little, and his sword stopped.
But Shushu didn't. She held the bamboo pen in her hand and looked at the blood mark on her shoulder, filled with sadness in her heart.
So she looked at the young man not far away in front of her and said calmly: "Liu Sanyue..."
Everyone in the world has heard Liu Sanyue's words, but they don't know why Shushu said such a name.
But they didn't hear what happened next.
Because the young man who had originally put down his sword raised his sword again, and struck Shushu standing at the head of the boat with one strike.
Shushu raised his Penny to resist.
But the boy was already fifteen years old, and he was no longer the young boy who was nearly killed by Shushu when he was pushed to the ground at the gate of Jianzong.
Therefore, Shushu was unable to block the sword. The sword broke the bamboo pole and scattered the demonic power in Shushu.
So the young man's sword struck Shushu's shoulder again, and it was deeply embedded in the bone.
The two of them fell onto the thick ice on the river bank together, rolling and entangled.
Shushu's face was stained with blood, and the sword was still embedded in the bones of his shoulder. The young man pressed his knee against the ice in pain, but he looked at the young man in front of him with a miserable but sarcastic smile.
"Liu Sanyue is not dead..."
Before Shushu could finish her words, she heard the boy roaring angrily, and then punched her in the face, causing all the rest of her words to be hammered into her stomach.
The young man knelt down on Shushu. He no longer held the sword in his hand. He just grabbed Shushu's shabby collar tightly. His whole body was trembling. His fist was raised high in his hand, but he didn't lower it for a long time.
Shushu smiled miserably, his face covered with bright red blood and sad tears.
"You go ahead and beat me to death. Beat me to death and I won't say anything."
Just beat me to death.
Just beat me to death.
Beat me to death so I don’t tell that story to the world.
The boy cried out in grief.
Then he smashed the fist in his hand.
Punch after punch.
Blood flowed freely on the ice on the river bank.
It's like the juice that flows out after some overripe fruits are smashed.
People finally reacted after a brief panic, jumped off the guardrail in panic, and pulled the boy away.
Shushu lay quietly on the ice of the river, his face bloody and bloody. He just opened his eyes and looked at the winter sky silently.
The young man looked there with tears streaming down his face, then broke away from the people's hands and ran towards the river bank.
Everyone stopped him in a hurry.
The young man knelt on the ground, holding his head and crying.
...
Li Li finally arrived in Nanyi City before nightfall. When he walked to this bustling city, the young man's uneasiness finally dissipated. He looked around the city for a while, touched the letter in his arms, and then I started looking for the small boat floating on the river along the Nanyi River.
There seemed to be many people surrounding it in the distance.
Li Li walked over and grabbed a person on the periphery.
"Hello, do you know where Shushu is?"
