Chen Huaifeng will naturally lose to Mei Xiyu.
Tingfeng Yin had guessed this outcome early on, so he didn't read the story that was nineteen hundred feet away from the world. I just went to Tianya Sword Sect, and then walked slowly on the mountain road while meditating.
It wasn't until I returned to Tingfeng Creek that I discovered a young man sitting by the stream.
About all the people in the mountain had gone to hide in the snow to look at Chen Huaifeng's sword, so there was only that one boy by the stream.
The young man was wearing orange clothes, holding a sword, and sitting blankly by the stream, maybe thinking about something.
Tingfeng Yin looked at Li Li's appearance and walked over with some weirdness.
"Didn't you go to Nanyi City? Why, didn't you find it?"
Tingfeng Yin walked to the creek bridge, took the jug of wine from his usual seat, walked to Li Li, sat down together, and then handed the jug to him.
Li Li looked at the wine bottle handed over by Ting Feng Yin, took it, took a sip, and then coughed uncontrollably until tears flowed out. He did not forget to say thank you.
Ting Fengyin was not polite and just nodded.
Li Li looked at the wine bottle in his hand, then picked it up, brought it to his lips and drank casually.
He drank several sips before letting it go. He probably got used to it after the second sip. Li Li didn't cough anymore, but just looked down at the stream, and then said softly: "I found it, but..."
With tears in Li Li's eyes, she smiled and extended her hand to Ting Feng Yin.
"When we found her, she was only this big. You see, it was about the size of a fist. It seemed like if you squeezed her hard, she would disappear."
When Ting Fengyin heard this, she already knew what was going on. She looked at Li Li blankly for a while, and then asked slowly: "What happened?"
Li Li drank wine and said softly: "She was beaten to death by people from the Human Sword Sect. She was a young man named Hu Lu."
Tingfeng Yin froze there, frowned and looked at Li Li and said, "Why?"
"I don't know." Li Li smiled sadly. "How would I know? I haven't been down the mountain for many years, I haven't left the mountain gate, and I haven't seen her for many years. How would I know?"
Ting Fengyin sat silently by the stream, probably thinking about the little mouse demon wandering on the Nanyi River.
"I heard from the people in Nanyi City that she seemed to have some dispute with Hu Lu on the river, so Hu Lu went crazy and beat her to death. He didn't use a sword, but used fists, punch after punch. , smashed his head."
Li Li was talking to himself.
"But if it was just a dispute, how could he use such a cruel method? He clearly had a sword, but he used his fists."
"Later, a senior fellow from the Sword Sect found me and told me something. Then I realized that Shushu probably knew some secrets about their Sword Sect."
Li Li said, turned his head, looked at Ting Feng Yin quietly, and said, "Senior, do you know?"
Tingfeng Yin shook his head and said, "I don't know..."
Halfway through his words, he froze. Listening to Feng Yin, he suddenly realized that he might have guessed something.
This sword cultivator, who had been sitting on the creek bridge all year round and was accustomed to listening to the rumors in the world, was now listening to the rumors in a daze and fell silent.
Shushu wanders on the Nanyi River all year round, so she naturally knows many things about Nanyi City, not to mention the Garden Sword Sect like the Human Sword Sect, which is right next to the Nanyi River.
So this story is also the continuation of Liu Sanyue’s story?
Ting Fengyin was silent for a while, and then said softly: "I don't know."
Li Li didn't ask further.
For many things, the moment silence or hesitation appears, the answer is already clear.
The little demon boy stood up by the stream, returned the wine bottle to Ting Feng Yin, and then twisted the corner of his robe that had been soaked in the stream because he was sitting too close.
Maybe some stories are like this corner of the garment.
Get too close and you'll get wet.
Li Li wrung out his clothes and headed towards the mountain road leaving Tingfeng Creek.
"Raccoon hat."
Ting Fengyin called out to the little demon boy from behind.
Li Li turned around, and there seemed to be expectations in his eyes, but those expectations disappeared in the silence of Ting Feng Yin again. He seemed to understand why the sword cultivator sitting by the stream stopped him.
So he lowered his head and said softly: "I know that there are some things that should be kept secret. Senior, you are like this, and I am like this - I still won't tell others about the Fengxue in Jianzong."
Tingfeng Yin said softly: "I'm sorry."
Li Li walked away on the mountain roads that had been muddied by the sword cultivators coming and going.
Ting Feng Yin sat alone by the stream drinking wine, and then sighed for a long time.
In this short story by the creek.
Tingfeng Yin, who is caught between two stories, is naturally the one who is quite tangled and uncomfortable.
It took a long time before Ting Feng Yin raised his head and looked towards the depths of Lingnan, to a peak behind those layers of mountains.
There is a broken moonlight above the peak.
The story there may also be coming to an end.
But some things will naturally continue.
Tingfeng Yin carried the sword on his back and headed towards Fenglaizhiya of Tingfeng Sword Sect.
The cliff where the wind comes, will naturally be the cliff where the wind goes.
Some rumors are going to spread from here.
When they went up to the cliffs listening to the wind, Tingfeng Yin discovered that Gu Shanhong was also here. He was on the suspension bridge between the jagged stone cliffs not far away, listening to the wind blowing from the human world. , also listening to the wind blowing towards the world.
"You didn't go to see it?" Tingfeng Yin walked towards Gu Shanhong and stopped aside, listening to the wind sounds together.
Gu Shanhong turned around and glanced at the snowy mountain in the distance, then shook his head and said, "There's nothing interesting to see."
Tingfeng Yin chuckled and said, "You are still young."
Gu Shanhong turned around and leaned against the guardrail of the suspension bridge, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile: "I'm still young? Brother Fengyin, I'm not much younger than you, I'm still in my fifties. Even if it wasn't for the results, What's the point of watching those sword fights? From the beginning to the six realms of the minor path, I have walked for more than 40 years. The next three realms are the upper realm monks, which will naturally become more and more difficult. If we leave, it would be better to live peacefully and happily in this world for a few more years."
Tingfeng Yin shook his head and smiled softly, and said: "No matter how I listen, I feel that you are jealous because you see me doing nothing on the bridge every day."
"Who wouldn't be envious?" Gu Shanhong held his sword on his back and looked up at the sky. "Those who should go to higher places should naturally look to higher places. Those who should stay in the human world should naturally stay in the human world. I am a sword cultivator in the human world, so I naturally envy my senior brother's happiness."
When Ting Fengyin heard these happy words, he sighed softly and said: "It's not happy either. Where can I be happy?"
So the two of them looked at the sounds of wind coming and going on the stone cliffs.
Gu Shanhong also became serious, stood upright on the suspension bridge again, listened to the rumors, and said, "I didn't expect Chen Huaifeng's solution to be so simple."
Ting Feng Yin said softly: "The Sword Sect in the world stands tall, so it is naturally simple. In a place like Lingnan, it is naturally difficult to do anything you want to do, because the world will not listen to our principles."
"It just sounds a bit too rough and ridiculous." Gu Shanhong said slowly, squinting his eyes and looking to the north beyond the mountain snow, "Qingtian Dao is extremely far away from Lingnan, even if the world knows that a disciple of Qingtian Dao has arrived In Lingnan, the so-called killing of some demon cultivators by mistake is hard to believe."
Ting Feng Yin said softly: "If this news is just a rumor from Lingnan, the world will naturally not believe it."
Gu Shanhong turned around and looked at Ting Feng Yin with raised eyebrows.
"You mean?"
Tingfeng Yin said calmly: "As long as Qingtian Dao admits it, the world will believe it even if it doesn't believe it."
Gu Shanhong stood there silently, then sighed softly and said: "Yes, such a thing is naturally very absurd, but as long as Qingtian Dao himself admits it, no matter how absurd it is, it will be difficult for the world to make a fuss. But Senior brother, how can Qingtian Dao recognize it?"
Tingfeng Yin turned to look at the high mountain deep in the south of Lingnan.
"I don't know, but Chen Huaifeng said he would go to Qingtian Road."
Silence fell on the Fenglai Cliff.
Only a few young disciples shuttled between the cliffs, and then the broken swords standing coldly on the cliffs hummed softly.
...
When Lu Xiaosan and the two young boys woke up dazedly from the aroma, Le Chaotian actually went back and brought a small hot pot, and Quan was lying aside and eating happily with chopsticks.
I don’t know whether it’s to take care of Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan, or because Le Chaotian can really eat some spicy food. Today’s hot pot is a bit red. The red waves in the pot, coupled with those meatballs and mushroom heads, are quite delicious. To be tempting.
Lu Xiaosan sniffed the smell, swallowed his saliva, and nuzzled towards Le Chaotian.
"When did Uncle Master get the hot pot?"
While Lu Xiaosan was talking, he was looking for chopsticks around the small hot pot.
Le Chaotian took the chopsticks from the side and handed them to him, and said with a smile: "While you were sleeping."
Lu Xiaosan started to eat the meatballs with a smile.
Lu Xiaoer also came over. He just glanced around and didn't find Nan Dao. He asked curiously: "Where is Uncle Nan?"
"I probably went outside to watch some tricks." Le Chaotian said casually while eating. "It's his loss if he doesn't come, and it's not ours. Leave him alone and eat!"
Lu Xiaosan nodded in agreement.
"Today's hot pot is delicious. It's finally not the clear and watery soup before, and you have to dip it in chili powder yourself."
"Mistress, you can't just say that the soup is clear and watery just because there are no chili peppers. There are many flavors in life, and spicy is not the only one." Le Chaotian said sincerely.
"I don't care, it just doesn't taste good without pepper." Lu Xiaosan said confidently.
Lu Xiaoer didn't have much to say, and just kept eating.
Lu Xiaosan didn't know what he thought of again. He looked around and said, "Master, they won't find us hiding here secretly eating hot pot."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Don't worry."
"That's good."
"They know that the little hotpot was brought by your master."
"..."
"But I meant to use the hot pot to make music."
"hey-hey."
Lu Xiaosan smiled happily.
This hot pot meal was quite enjoyable.
...
Some people were enjoying the hot pot, while others were standing in the snow deep in the mountains, quietly watching the movements in the snowy valley in the mountains in the distance.
Nan Dao and Qing Jiao stood on the top of a mountain next to Qifeng Mountain with swords on their backs, looking up at the mountain.
Some wild rabbits in the mountains behind him were probably frightened and ran over in a hurry, causing a sound of falling snow in the forest.
"I'm very curious." Qingjiao stood aside, looking back at the rabbit that ran away, and then back at Nandao, "What do you want to come here to see?"
Nan Dao said softly: "I don't know, it's just that this matter was caused by me, so I have to come and take a look."
Qingjiao looked at Nandao quietly for a long time, then turned back and said, "So you are worried that things will develop to a very bad situation."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Maybe so."
After all, that letter stirred up the storm between Sword Sect and Qingtian Dao in the human world.
Qingjiao quietly looked at the bright moon on the mountain.
It was daytime at this time, and there would be no moonlight. The bright moon was naturally a Taoist technique from Qingtian Tao.
"Actually, you did this very risky thing." Qingjiao said calmly, "There is no hidden rumor in the world. If Lingnan doesn't take this matter down, guess what Qingtian Dao will do?"
Nan Dao looked down at the snow under his feet that had turned into ice particles, and said softly: "I don't know, so actually after I sent that letter, I regretted it, but regret is useless, those things I have been sent to the north, and I can only wait uneasily for the result."
This is probably the reason why Nandao was unusually silent during this period.
There was a sword wind blowing between the mountains, and when it landed in this mountain forest, it still had a chilly feeling as if it were paved with wind and rain.
Qingjiao lowered her head and looked at the scar on her hand that had been blown by the sword wind. Fortunately, the mountain was high enough, and the two of them probably didn't really want to compete or fight for life and death, so the sword intention left the mountain and fell to the human world. By that time, it no longer had much lethality.
"What if I have deep hatred in my heart." Qingjiao looked at the sword intent and then looked up at Gaoshan. "Then I might do something like this. But I can only say that you are stupid for doing this. You told me at the beginning that people who go up the mountain are also human beings, and they are also human beings. Yes, but in the end you have to understand, People who go up the mountain follow different rules than those who go down the mountain. Even the Human Sword Sect, a place that is extremely close to the world in the eyes of the world, when they are holding swords in the practice world, they do not follow the same rules. He can speak the truth of the world.”
"Of course I know the principles of swordsmanship." Nan Dao said calmly, "I am also a swordsman."
Qiu Xi'er had told him about it when he was at Jingsi Lake.
In the world of spiritual practice, if someone is unreasonable, you can only use a sword to talk to him about greater truth.
Qingjiao turned around and looked at Nandao quietly.
The young man who stood under the black umbrella all day long just said calmly: "The sword wound in my heart has not disappeared. Sometimes I still think of that sword blow in April. I can understand senior brother's difficulties, but It doesn’t mean that I can truly accept that sword peacefully. So how do you think I don’t have any deep hatred?”
Qingjiao turned back and said nothing more.
After a long time, until the Dao Yun and the sword wind on the high mountain stopped, the woman in red, who had been refuted by Nan Dao with the words of the world, spoke slowly.
"So after all, you are not a human being in the world - you just want to be a human being."
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes, but maybe people like me can't live in the world. When people don't know what kind of wind and snow is under my umbrella, they will look at me with strange eyes, holding the umbrella all the time. Me, that kind of gaze makes me always feel that I can never integrate into this human world, so I have been lonely for many years since I was a child. And if the world knows what is under this umbrella, I will only be more... Pushing away from the direction of the world. Probably, as my junior brother said, in the end, life is just a state of loneliness. Seeing the mountains and knowing the water, leaving the seclusion, hearing the wind, listening to the rain, walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, even if it is the way of cultivation, Those meanings also lead to loneliness. So what?"
Nan Dao tilted the umbrella in his hand slightly and loosened it a little.
Some fine snow fell in the world.
Nan Dao raised his hand to catch the snow, looked at some blood stains in his palm, and held the umbrella tightly again, isolating the human world.
"Everyone is alone in the end anyway."
Nan Dao calmly glanced at the mountain in the distance where the sword wind had ceased. He could see that Chen Huaifeng had lost. But he didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the mountain road.
"What's under the umbrella?"
Qingjiao stood there, looking at the young man who suddenly began to reject the world alone, and asked softly.
"You don't want to know, and you don't want to see." Nan Dao's voice came from the mountain road.
"Everyone who saw it died."
Qingjiao stood there blankly.
The young men had just tilted their umbrellas, and the moment they let go, the fine snow falling towards the world was still floating slowly in the mountains and forests.
The woman in red was silent for a long time, then raised her hand to catch a piece of fine snow.
Fine snow is naturally cold.
It is much colder than the heavy snow that has accumulated for several days in this mountain range.
It was as if there was something, with cold eyes hidden in the extremely distant sky, quietly looking at the world, looking for something.
Green Pepper had such an idea for no reason, and watched it melt into water in the palm of her hand, and then turned into a little bright red and fine snow.
At that moment, something extremely cold and sharp seemed to fall in her eyes.
Like a sword.
Qingjiao raised her head and stared blankly at the sky that Nan Dao had just glanced at.
The sky above the mountain snow was extremely gloomy.
But there was no snow anymore, no wind or light snow.
Just like everything just now, it is just an illusion.
But the little bit of blood in the palm of his hand was still there.
So of course it is not an illusion.
This woman who was used to being aloof turned to look at the young man walking quietly on the mountain road.
There was some pity for no reason.
"Yes."
Qingjiao said softly.
The young man under the black umbrella turned back and looked at the woman in red who stayed where she was.
"You are alone."
Qingjiao said.
...
I don't want to do this over and over again.
Everyone is alone in the end anyway.
...
