Heavy snow in the south.
However, Huaidu, located in the north of Huai'an, had only a sporadic light snow.
Mei Xiyu passed through the Taoist temples scattered quietly among the snow in the mountains and walked towards the back of the mountain, which was only a few hundred feet away.
Most of the Taoist temples have a green tone, like some low but huge bamboo roots left after being cut down, quietly taking root in the lightly snowy mountains.
Mei Xiyu walked all the way towards the back mountain, only to find that there was a clear line of footprints on the forest path, heading deep into the forest.
This young Taoist who made a good trip to the south but came back with a big blame on his face frowned when he looked at the footprints.
After standing there and watching quietly for a while, he was about to continue walking over, when a Taoist priest in his fifties slowly walked out of the forest where snow was falling.
Mei Xiyu bowed and said, "Master."
The eyebrows are quite similar to Qin Chulai. The Taoist named Qin Zailai, although there is a rather inconsistent name between the names, is often regarded as Qin by the new disciples in the temple. The new brother.
However, whether it was Qin Zailai or Qin Chulai, they all flatly denied this speculation.
Just such denial often brings about some mysterious colors that are more difficult to describe between the two people.
Especially Qin Zailai, who is even more silent and has been sitting in the mountains and forests all year round.
No one has come out to explain what the facts are.
Perhaps it is true, as Qin Chulai said, that the two just happen to have similar looks and similar names.
The Taoist who was called Zai Lai Zhenren by the town at the foot of the mountain looked at his disciple calmly and said slowly: "Have you been to the south?"
Mei Xiyu nodded and said, "It's about junior brother Yue Yue."
"What's up?"
Mei Xiyu said softly: "Someone in Lingnan sent a letter to the disciple's place of cultivation. The disciple could only go to Lingnan once, and he had some bad blood with the Human Sword Sect, but it did not affect the world."
Qin Zailai nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He turned to look at the set of footprints that Mei Xiyu was looking at just now and said slowly: "What are you doing with the temple master?"
When Mei Xiyu thought of this, she felt a little bored. She bowed and said: "The Lame Deer Sword Sect in Lingnan was massacred. In order to prevent this incident from affecting the sword sect and the two clans in the world, Chen Huaifeng put this big hat on Now the whole south is probably talking about Qingtian Dao."
Qin Zailai was a little surprised at first, but after hearing this, he calmed down and said: "It is indeed the style of the human sword sect, but the world will not believe such ridiculous things. I think Chen Huaifeng is also here. On the way to Qingtian Road."
"Yes, how does master think Qingtian Dao should handle this matter?"
Qin Zailai said calmly: "It depends on what the viewer thinks."
Mei Xiyu probably guessed this answer, so after returning to the north, he did not go to find his master, but went straight to the back mountain to find Bai Yuyao. Upon hearing this answer, Mei Xiyu looked at the set of footprints again and said, "Is there a guest in Shanyao Center?"
"Li Chenghe, the Minister of War in Huaidu."
Mei Xiyu looked at it quietly for a while and said, "It seems that he came here because of the 300,000 green armors."
Three hundred thousand Qingjia were taken away from Nanyi City by Beitai, and then detoured to the East China Sea. He probably thought that the surprise attack on Sophora japonica was a great plan in the world, but it was a pity that he underestimated the strength of the first capital in the world and was beaten to a bloody head in a panic. Go north.
Not to mention that the 300,000 green armors were made by the Qingtian Dao. When the troops came to the city, someone saw the woman in a plain Taoist skirt named Bai He quietly standing in front of the young master of the north of Nanyi City. beside.
It is naturally impossible for Huaidu not to visit Qingtian Road.
"Yes."
"I didn't expect them to come so late."
Mei Xiyu said softly.
Qin Zailai said calmly: "It's almost the New Year, and it's natural to clear up the old things. Qingtian Dao naturally has nothing to do with this matter, but Huaidu is the place where everyone in the world is after all. If something like this happens, you have to come to Qingtian." road."
"Li Chenghe is the only one here?"
Mei Xiyu looked at the line of footprints on the ground and said, "He should be over seventy this year, so he is not afraid of anything going wrong on the road."
Qin Zailai walked towards the forest and said calmly: "Even if he comes half a man, Qingtian Dao will have to find a way to make him one person. The whole world is within the range of Yi's bow, unless Qingtian Dao is like a human sword." Zong is so crazy, how can such a person make any mistakes?"
Mei Xiyu listened to Qin Zailai's words about Dayi's Bow. She was silent for a long time and said softly: "Yes, Master, walk slowly."
Qin Zailai said nothing more, and his figure disappeared into the snow in the forest.
Mei Xiyu watched his master leave, and then quietly looked at the line of footprints.
After waiting for a long time, some sounds of stepping on the snow came from the distant mountains and forests.
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while and walked towards the bottom of the mountain steps.
Then I saw the old man walking quietly in the snow.
Mei Xiyu stepped forward and followed the Minister of War from Huaidu. He bowed and said softly: "Thank you, Master Shangshu."
Li Chenghe turned his head and glanced at this young Taoist from Qingtian Dao, thought for a moment, and said, "Qin Zailai's disciple Mei Xiyu?"
Mei Xiyu nodded and said, "Yes."
Li Chenghe turned back, looked at the snowy steps under his feet seriously, and walked slowly.
"How many stacks are there?"
Mei Xiyu said slowly: "Four stacks."
"good."
After saying that was a good thing, Li Chenghe said nothing more and just walked up the mountain steps with Mei Xiyu following him.
Li Chenghe stopped when he reached the mountain road. Not far away, there were disciples of Qingtian Dao in the small Dao realm waiting there.
Li Chenghe looked back at Mei Xiyu, and then said calmly: "Qingtian Dao needs to give some explanation to the world."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while and said, "What do you mean?"
Li Chenghe continued to walk forward and said, "Are you interested in coming to Huaidu?"
Mei Xiyu frowned and said, "What do you do when you go to Huaihuai?"
Li Chenghe stopped there and said calmly: "You will know when you come."
Mei Xiyu stood there with a frown, while Li Chenghe quietly passed through the Taoist temples accompanied by the Qingtian Dao disciple and disappeared from Mei Xiyu's sight.
The young Taoist of Qingtian Dao stood there and frowned for a long time before heading back to the place where Shanyao lived behind the mountain.
The snow in the forest was rustling all the way, which was a bit calming, but Mei Xiyu's heart was obviously unable to calm down.
After passing through those mountain steps and a bamboo forest, a large mountain lake appeared in front of us. There was a rather narrow wooden bridge about three feet on the lake extending to the end, where a bamboo house in the snow was Stand there quietly.
Mei Xiyu stood at the bridge head with a line of footprints for a long time. After her mind calmed down for a long time, she stepped onto the small bridge and walked slowly towards the snow-covered bamboo house. Then she stopped at the bridge head and bowed. .
"I've met the temple owner."
A gentle and soft voice came from the bamboo house.
"Where is Chen Huaifeng now?"
Mei Xiyu sat upright in the snow on the bridge. She was not surprised as to why the woman in the bamboo house knew these things. She just said softly: "She should have arrived in the north."
The woman in the bamboo house didn't speak for a long time.
Mei Xiyu didn't speak, just sat there quietly.
After a long time, Bai Yuyao's voice fell into the fine snow lake again.
"Meixi Yu."
"The disciple is here."
The voice was still gentle, but it had a hint of melancholy.
"After Chen Huaifeng entered the temple, you were wronged by the Lingnan matter."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and naturally understood what this meant, and said softly: "Okay, Temple Master, it's just the Temple Master. If you do such a thing, you need to give an explanation to the world."
"Yes. So there's one more thing you need to do."
Mei Xiyu suddenly thought of what the Minister of War from Huaidu said just now, and looked up at the northern snow that fell into the big lake and disappeared.
"I need to go to Huaidu."
Mei Xiyu understood something.
"Yes. Three hundred thousand Qingjia, Qingtian Dao needs to respond to the matter of Lingnan. After you go to Huaidu, you will stay in the Heavenly Prison for several months, and Huaidu will prepare a place for you to repair. Earth, after three years, Huai will let you leave, and you will be the teacher of the introductory disciples of Qingtian Dao."
Mei Xiyu sat there in a daze.
Places like Qingtian Dao are naturally different from the Human Sword Sect. The disciples of Qingtian Dao seven hundred years ago are now the ancestors, while the Human Sword Sect is just a senior brother.
There are naturally different ways of inheritance from generation to generation.
Being the teacher means that Mei Xiyu will become the next generation candidate for Qingtian Taoist Temple.
Become one of the new generation of three swords and three views in the world.
Mei Xiyu was stunned for a long time, then leaned down in the snow and said softly: "Xi Yu is not worthy of such a big responsibility."
The gentle voice in the bamboo house just whispered: "Blessings come from misfortunes, and misfortunes come from blessings. Since you have such misfortunes, you should have such blessings. You should not be given a big responsibility. This matter will not matter in the future. It’s about the moment.”
Mei Xiyu was silent for a long time, then raised her head, and saw that the white snow on her eyebrows printed in the snow was slowly falling.
"Disciple, follow your instructions."
"Go ahead."
The Bamboo House Snow Lake calmed down.
Mei Xiyu stood up and walked back on the wooden bridge covered with snow.
The sound of piano gradually began to play by the snow lake, and it slowly fell into the lake together with the fine snow.
The mountains are quiet.
Mei Xiyu returned to the mountain road again, stood there quietly looking at the snow for a long time, and then headed towards the forest.
After passing some orange-red nandina paths, a small snow-covered yard appeared in front of us.
Mei Xiyu opened the door and walked in. Qin Zailai sat quietly under the eaves of the courtyard.
"What did the temple master say?"
Qin Zailai looked at Mei Xiyu who walked in and said slowly.
Mei Xiyu walked aside, picked up the broom on the ground, swept some snow under the eaves, and said softly: "I will take care of the Lingnan Lame Deer Sword Sect and the three hundred thousand green armors."
Qin Zailai looked at the young Taoist quietly for a long time, and then said calmly: "I proposed the three hundred thousand green armor to the temple master."
Mei Xiyu said softly: "I actually guessed something. If I embrace all those things, I will always have to make up for it."
Qin Zailai looked at Mei Xiyu and said slowly, "You seem a little reluctant."
Mei Xiyu said softly: "Yes."
As he spoke, the young Taoist stopped again, looked at the always cold Taoist under the eaves, and said: "In fact, when I left Guanli and built a small house by the stream outside Shanxia Town, Master should have been able to tell , I have no intention of becoming the master of the contemplation."
Qin Zailai looked at the plum rain quietly, and then said slowly: "As a temple master, you can still stay at the foot of the mountain, watch the plum rain, and sit and smell the wind and snow."
Mei Xiyu chuckled and said, "After all, I have to think more."
"But you still obeyed the Guanzhu's words."
"Yes. Although it's okay to say that I don't want to fight," Mei Xiyu said softly, "Although Qingtian Road is quiet, it still has the legacy of many stories from the previous century. If it is too far away, the world likes to praise Qing's name, so A clear name often becomes the reason for pushing oneself into trouble. Instead of doing this, it is better to simply walk in. In the world, there are people who do not fight but fight, and there are also people who fight but don't fight."
Mei Xiyu swept the snow for a long time, then put down the broom in his hand, saluted his master, then turned and walked out.
"I'm going down the mountain and I won't come back in about three years."
Qin Zailai just nodded calmly.
Mei Xiyu walked out, quietly closed the courtyard door, and then left the forest.
In front of and behind the mountain, there are naturally many green buildings that look like dwarf bamboos, but they are very peaceful.
People from the Taoist sect don't need to practice swords like the Sword Sect, so naturally there will be less noise in the mountains and forests.
The brothers and sisters in Guanli are all practicing Qing Dynasty.
This is probably the principle behind the movement of the Tao in the opposite direction, and the use of the Tao in the weak.
After the story that stirred up a storm in the world for a hundred years came to an end, Qingtian Road became peaceful and silent.
Will it continue to decline in the future, or will it repeat some painful history after a long period of dormancy?
The world doesn't know.
People in Qingtian Dao don’t know either.
Mei Xiyu passed through the Taoist temples quietly in the snow, and then headed down the mountain.
It wasn't until we were about to go down the mountain and a small town lying quietly in the wind and snow appeared in front of us that the rain in Meixi stopped, and we looked back at the faint green corners of the mountains covered with snow.
Then he bowed to the mountain views and walked down the mountain.
They walked quietly through the town, then walked out of the town, passed through a forest, and a small wooden house standing on the bank of a stream appeared in front of them.
The rain in Meixi stopped in the upper reaches of the stream.
Under the eaves of a wooden house by the stream, there was a woman wearing a small floral skirt holding a small white umbrella, sitting with her chin on the small flower stand in front of the house, looking boredly at the clear stream passing through the forest in front of her.
Plum Creek Rain, White Plum Creek Rain.
There may be rain by the stream, but there are no white plum blossoms.
There are no white plums by the stream, but Mei Xiyu has its own white plums.
The white plums in Meixiyu are not called Baimei, but Xu Chunhua, a name that has the style of a small town on earth.
If a practitioner were to register their own number when they went out, such a name would probably be very strange.
But she is not a practitioner, she is just the daughter of a wine shop owner in a small town.
Mei Xiyu stood by the stream with a slight smile, looking at the woman beside the snow.
Sometimes he would think, yes, fortunately, practitioners, like the rest of the world, cannot live more than a hundred years.
Otherwise, what should we do if we fall in love with a human woman a hundred years later?
Fortunately, Mei Xiyu does not have to face such a dilemma.
Mei Xiyu walked through the fine snow in the forest.
The sound of stepping on the snow startled the woman next to the flower stand in the wooden house. The woman named Chunhua turned her head in the snow, and then she was very surprised and held an umbrella and trotted over the snow, stopping at the side of the rain in Meixi River. In front of him, he said happily: "You are back!"
Mei Xiyu smiled softly and said, "Yes."
Xu Chunhua stretched out her little hand and touched Mei Xiyu's body up and down, checking for any injuries.
When Mei Xiyu received the letter from Lingnan, he naturally did not tell Xu Chunhua what the reason was.
It's just that this woman who grew up in a small town under Qingtian Dao naturally knows what kind of person Mei Xiyu is. Such a Taoist who has stayed by the stream outside the town all year round suddenly left the town and went to the south that is said to be... There are many places for sword cultivation, so she can't help but worry.
Mei Xiyu took Xu Chunhua's little white umbrella, then held her hand, walked towards the creekside hut, and said softly: "You secretly drank again."
Xu Chunhua took a step behind Mei Xiyu, sniffed the smell on her body, but did not smell the smell of alcohol. She looked at Mei Xiyu cautiously and said tentatively: "What if I say no?"
Mei Xiyu smiled and said, "It looks like he drank it."
Xu Chunhua stuck out her tongue, put her head on Mei Xiyu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I just drank a little. Although the snow has not been heavy recently, it has been intermittent and has not stopped. You have been When I didn’t come back, I secretly drank a little.”
Mei Xiyu stopped and looked at the small wine jars that were turned upside down in the snow on the flower stand. He turned back and raised his eyebrows at Xu Chunhua and said, "You call this a little bit?"
Xu Chunhua looked at the wine jars next to the flower stand and her eyes widened.
That's it, I forgot to deal with these wine jars.
Then he broke free from Mei Xiyu's hand, ran over through the snow, grabbed the small wine jars, threw them into the stream nearby, then leaned on the flower stand obediently and pitifully, looked at Mei Xiyu and said: " It’s really just a little bit.”
Mei Xiyu walked over with a soft smile, took Xu Chunhua's soft little hand again, and said, "Okay, okay."
Xu Chunhua rubbed Mei Xiyu's shoulder and laughed.
Mei Xiyu squeezed Xu Chunhua's soft but somewhat cold hands, probably sitting there for a long time, and pulled her towards the wooden house.
"Why don't you go inside."
Xu Chunhua thought for a while, smiled softly, and said: "When I get inside, I want to warm myself by the fire. Once I warm myself by the fire, I get sleepy easily. When I feel sleepy, I want to sleep. If you fall asleep, I won't know if you come back. "
Mei Xiyu looked at Xu Chunhua quietly.
Although this small-town girl was smiling all the time, her voice was obviously vibrating when she said this.
Just like the little white flower trembling in the wind that she looked back and sniffed when they first met.
Actually, it’s not that I’m afraid that I won’t know when I come back.
I'm just afraid I won't come back.
