Qingtian said.
Chen He in the small town at the foot of the mountain drank some warm wine and dozed drowsily under the snow on the eaves.
But the mountains are not very peaceful.
As one of the few people in the world today who has experienced the Mojian Cliff era and is still in the upper echelons of the world, many Taoists came out and stood in the light snow in the mountains and forests, looking at the snowy night with some uneasiness.
The realms of Taoists are endless from entering the Tao to the nine realms of the small path. The higher they go, the heavier the feeling of fear in their hearts becomes.
However, there is no Taoist in the realm of Dao.
The repair of the great road all went to the big lake behind the mountains and outside Shanyaoju.
Those uncles of Qingtian Dao or some young disciples who had long since stopped bullying the young in the world, stood quietly outside Shanyao House with their heads bowed, listening to the coughing in the bamboo snow house by the lake with a little uneasiness.
The sea is full of waves.
The higher the natural level, the more serious the impact will be.
The contemporary temple master, Bai Yuyao, who was a direct disciple of Qingtian Dao Bai Fengyu, is naturally one of the very tallest people in the world.
So when the uncles and disciples of Qingtian Dao hurried to Shanyao Residence, the woman who had been hiding in the mountains and playing the piano was still coughing.
Just like a worldly person infected with wind and cold.
It took a long time before the coughing stopped.
Standing on the bridge directly in front of Shanyao Residence was a white-haired Taoist. The Qingtian Taoist uncles stayed quietly behind him, and then there were the young disciples who did not bully the world.
The white-haired Taoist was missing an eye, an arm, his chest was sunken, and he looked very frightened.
Those are all existences that were once separated in the wind and rain of some hanging curtains.
He is an old man from the previous generation of Qingtian Dao.
At this time, the white-haired old Taoist opened his only remaining eye and looked towards the center of Shanyao. There was still some blood on his lips that had not been wiped away, but he still asked with some concern: "Is the temple master okay?"
Bai Yuyao's voice came out softly from the middle of Shanyao, with a low cough mixed in the middle.
"Nothing, cough, sorry, I'm sorry, uncle, I'm sorry."
Hearing Bai Yuyao's voice falling in the lake, the cultivators of Qingtian Dao outside Shanyao felt a little relieved.
When the sword intent from the high cliffs of the East China Sea fell to the human world, these Taoists from the sea of dao in the divine sea hurried to Shanyao Residence.
The world has not seen autumn water for thousands of years, and no one knows what this woman who came from the Youhuang Mountains with the demon clan will do.
"The cliff master suddenly came down the cliff at this time..."
Uncle Qingtian Dao spoke softly, as if he wanted to ask something, but he was a little scared in the wind and snow. Those words were brought to the world and heard by some people, so halfway through, the voice disappeared in the lake.
The lake was filled with silence.
Everyone looked at the small snowstorm in silence.
The wind and snow have no tendency to increase, but are slowly getting lighter, and the darkness of the night is somewhat sparse and visible.
Shanyaoju was quiet for a long time.
After a long time, Bai Yuyao's voice slowly came out.
"How many of those Bai Guan are still in the mountains?"
The Taoist temples of Qingtian Dao are naturally green and look like dwarf bamboos.
But many years ago, there were many white buildings, quietly hidden in the green mountains.
Some people call them Bai Yujing.
It was not until later that Qingtian Dao fell apart, and those white Taoist temples fell silent in the green mountains.
White contemplation is naturally not contemplation.
But some silent old people.
Everyone's eyes fell on the white-haired Taoist at the front.
The white-haired old Taoist was silent for a long time and said softly: "There are still nineteen of them."
Not only the young disciples like Mei Xiyu, but also some of the uncles looked at the old Taoist at the front in shock.
They never thought that so many of those Bai Guan from the Bai Fengyu era still existed in the world.
However, when I thought about it again, it seemed extremely reasonable.
Qingtian Dao, who was in the hands of Bai Fengyu back then, has been the leader of the Dao sect in the world for hundreds of years. It is even the most popular sword sect in the south, but it is still inferior to it.
If it weren't for Cong Ren's sword.
Everyone fell silent.
Faced with such an old story.
People of Qingtian Dao often have complicated moods.
Even though he was grateful for the arrival of that sword, he was also resentful that that sword knocked down the entire Qingtian Dao from the top of the blue clouds in the world.
"Nineteen seats."
Bai Yuyao seemed to be sighing softly.
Everyone looked at the bamboo snow hut quietly.
It took a long time before I heard that calm and gentle voice.
"Let them go to Zhuangsheng Island."
The wind and snow all over the lake fell silent.
Of course there is no Zhuang Sheng Island in the world. Perhaps there once was a place where all things were extremely beautiful.
But that is no longer the case.
There is only the River Styx.
The river that flows in the depths of the Youhuang Mountains where all things return.
The old Taoist was deeply silent.
Some of the older Qingtian Taoist uncles behind him were also silent.
Bai Guan is naturally not just Bai Guan, there may be a certain master, a certain senior brother, or a certain junior brother.
"Qingtian Dao has the ability to guard those Bai Guan."
The old Taoist said softly.
Bai Yuyao just said softly and calmly: "I know that some of you are still people on the twelfth floor, but some stories must end. That is not the glory of Qingtian Dao, but a stubborn disease that will always be guarded. It’s meaningless to hold onto something from the past.”
Bai Yuyao's voice paused, probably because he said too much, and coughed a few more times, and then continued: "What's more, that person has already fallen off the cliff. There must be some sincerity in the world. Put some of the accumulated The remaining things should be buried properly, and at the end of this December, let the world have a good year."
The old Taoist was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "As the temple master said."
"Go ahead."
A group of people walked away from this mountain and snow lake in the wind and snow that gradually became quiet.
It was night, there was some commotion in the mountain snow, and there were many fires.
It's very bright on a snowy night.
The people in the town exclaimed that there was a fire, and carried the buckets up the mountain. However, they were stopped by the disciples in the temple not far away.
"What happened on the mountain?"
The people in the town are naturally not worried about what will happen to Qingtian Road, but it is just that the Chinese New Year is approaching, and those fires always make people a little uneasy. What if it really burns down and burns down the town?
How can you celebrate the New Year in peace and contentment?
The young Taoists just said softly and sadly: "Nothing, Qingtian Taoist is researching a new type of fireworks."
It's just that these fireworks were probably lit by some old old people from Qingtian Dao and their stories.
Chen He, who was taking a nap in the town, was awakened by the noise, looked at it in a daze for a while, and then fell asleep leaning against the stove.
The white-haired old Taoist from Qingtian Road came down the mountain. When passing by the town, he glanced at the young passerby sleeping under the snow in a strange way.
Then he left in a hurry.
We arrived at a village at the foot of a mountain in the south of the town.
Amid the startled barking of dogs, a certain door was knocked open.
The person who opened the door was a young man named Jiang Shanxue.
...
There is also mountain snow in the southwest of Huai'an, and there are also views.
Compared to the silent Qingtian Road, this mountain view is much noisier.
Taoists in twos and threes walked side by side in the night snow with lanterns.
From time to time there was the sound of conversation.
People from the He Sect are crazy, what does it have to do with the Shan Sect?
The people of Guanzong are obsessed with exploring the great road every day. What does it have to do with Shanzong?
Shan Zong is naturally open and upward.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu back then.
There was a Taoist sitting on the snow steps of the palace on the top of the mountain, coughing blood and quietly looking at the world of snow and mountains.
If there is anything inconsistent, it is that the Taoist is wearing the Taoist robe of Qingtian Tao.
A disciple brought a bowl of medicine over, stopped next to the Taoist, put the bowl of black medicine aside, and said softly: "Master, it's time to drink the medicine."
The Taoist is naturally not the master of the temple.
It’s just that if the master of the temple is not there, there must always be a master in the temple.
So it can also be called Guanzhu.
The Taoist turned his head and looked at the disciple lovingly, smiled softly, and said, "Don't worry, let it cool for a while."
The disciple said softly: "It's snowing heavily in the world. If it cools down for a while, it might get cold."
The Taoist looked at this disciple for a long time, then smiled and shook his head, picked up the medicine bowl on the side, brought it to his eyes, frowned and sighed for a while, then drank it all in one gulp, probably because the medicine was too bitter, so he grabbed it again. A handful of snow in the mouth.
The disciple on the side touched his body, but unfortunately he didn't touch anything. He said guiltily: "Tomorrow I will go down the mountain to the town to buy some candies and come back."
The Taoist nodded, looked at the disciple on the side, and said, "The blood from the corner of your mouth has not been wiped clean yet."
The disciple raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth casually, and then sat down beside him.
Two Taoists, one old and one young, sat quietly on the steps in the snowy night.
It was quiet on the snowy night steps, but among the brightly lit buildings spread out below, it was lively.
The young disciple looked at this scene, and then smiled very relaxedly and said: "After the senior brothers have gone out, the temple has become a lot more peaceful."
The Taoist turned to look at his disciple, smiled slightly, and said, "What do you want to say?"
The young disciple hesitated, but after a long time, he slowly said: "If they are all outside and never come back..."
This sentence sounds a bit awkward, probably because a key word is missing.
When the Taoist heard these words from his disciple, he didn't feel angry at all. He just smiled softly and said: "The wind will last forever, and the rain will last forever. Let them continue to cause trouble for a while."
The young disciple sat with his legs spread downwards, kicking the snow on the mountain steps, and then sighed: "But sometimes I really don't understand very well, what exactly do my uncle and senior brothers want to do?"
The Taoist said softly: "In the final analysis, they are just frightened people."
The young disciple turned to look at his master, then turned to look at the bowl containing the soothing soup beside him, and said slowly: "Just like the master?"
"Yes."
The young disciple said softly: "But I saw that they were very brave."
The Taoist shook his head and smiled and said: "The strong wind started at the end of Qingping. They did this just because there were some seeds of panic in their hearts. It's like..."
The young disciple looked at the Taoist who stopped mid-sentence and said, "Like what?"
The Taoist looked quietly to the east of the world.
"Just like the world was once deeply afraid of Mojian Cliff, we are actually people who have never seen those stories back then, but when someone goes down the cliff, the world still has to be quiet."
The young disciple also looked towards the East China Sea.
In the past, he had never been able to understand why people kept silent about Mojian Cliff.
But before night fell today, he understood.
"That guy Gao Ya is going to die?"
The young disciple said without any scruples.
The Taoist nodded and said, "Yes."
"Why are your majesty and the others still alive and well?"
The Taoist said softly: "Because the person on the cliff was a test subject of the previous cliff master and the demon ancestor. Her demon body is flawed, and it is difficult for her to live as long as Kamigawa and the others."
"How long will Kamigawa and the others survive?"
"have no idea."
When people talk about the lifespan of a demon race, they often measure it in terms of thousands of years.
But this does not mean that they can only live for a thousand years.
It is only because they have lived beyond the millennium.
"Is it better to live forever or to live as an ephemera?"
"have no idea."
"Master, why don't you know anything?"
The young disciple said with some joking.
The Taoist smiled slightly and said, "Because I have never experienced what you are asking, so naturally I don't know."
The young disciple sighed and looked at the world, and said slowly: "So probably right and wrong are the most meaningless things. Everyone can only live their own side."
"Yes."
"Master, have you ever had any ideas?"
"what you mean?"
"Some things about Guanli."
The Taoist was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes."
The young disciple turned to look at his master.
The Taoist continued: "But I can't beat your uncle."
The young disciple also sighed.
He couldn't beat his senior brothers either.
Whether it's in the river or in the mountains, let alone the one outside the customs.
Therefore, the view of mountains and rivers is still just the view of mountains and rivers.
Sitting on the snowy night steps, looking down at the peaceful bustle, there are always many things hidden.
The young disciple stood up, patted his butt, walked down the mountain, and said, "When I, Gu Wenzhi, become the master of the temple, there will be peace in the world."
The writing is the writing.
To rule the world with culture.
The young disciple comes from Xuanxuyuan.
This is the name he gave himself.
His original name was Gu Shenghui.
Perhaps one person's life is as glorious as the world's.
The Taoist wearing Qingtian Taoist robes and sitting in front of the main hall of Shanhe Temple just smiled softly.
Maybe laughing at some extravagant hope stories.
...
Wang Xiaohua was very panicked.
Although her eyes were still covered.
But she could still feel that the fortune teller beside her was in a very bad state.
She didn't know where this place was, it was probably somewhere near a snowy mountain and a clear pool.
Because she heard a lot of gurgling water.
It seems like it came from some high place, landed not far away, and gathered here again.
If there is no snow, there will probably be a very bright moonlight.
Although it has been a long time since she has seen the sun, when Wang Xiaohua is free, she will count the days and think about how long she has been away from the world - if she no longer sees the world, she will naturally leave the world.
So Wang Xiaohua knows that today is the fifteenth day.
If it doesn't snow, there will definitely be a big, round moon hanging in the sky.
The cold branches are covered with snow, and the moon is full in the sky.
The Taoist next to him was coughing up blood.
The color of blood is sprayed under the moonlight and splashed in the white snow, which is more vivid than anything else.
Wang Xiaohua didn't know what happened, she just held the hand of the Taoist next to her tightly in the slightly shiny black.
Bu Suanzi's body was very cold, and in the blood vessels that Wang Xiaohua touched, the blood flowed very fast, just like some years ago.
His body was still shaking.
He should be sitting on a rock beside a pool.
There should also be a lot of blood on the stone.
Bu Suanzi began to cough up blood at some point in the evening.
I've been coughing till now.
It was as if when passing by this clear pond, a man suddenly ran out from a forest covered with deep snow, and stabbed him in the heart with a sword.
This Taoist who walked around the world with a strange mirror was once someone's senior brother.
Senior brother is naturally very strong.
Therefore, the impact of the sword will probably be stronger.
Of course Wang Xiaohua didn't know these things, so she just clenched the Taoist's hand uneasily and fearfully, hoping that he would stop coughing, but she was also afraid that he would suddenly stop coughing and even his breathing would disappear.
It took a long time for this man, who was known to the world to be three feet away from his destiny, finally stopped coughing.
"Master, are you feeling better?"
"Um."
Bu Suanzi's voice finally became calmer, revealing a deep weakness and powerlessness.
Although Wang Xiaohua was still a little worried about the fortune teller's condition, she finally felt at ease.
"What happened before?" Wang Xiaohua stood in the darkness, holding Fortune teller's hand and asked softly.
"What did you see?"
Bu Suanzi did not answer this question, but said with a slight breath.
Wang Xiaohua hesitated a little and said, "I saw a sword."
When Bu Suanzi began to cough up blood, Wang Xiaohua was in the vast darkness, like a rich and deep night-like darkness.
Saw a sword.
Hanging high above the distant stars, then crashing down to the world.
That's why she had the idea that someone stabbed Fortune Teller in the heart.
Bu Suanzi said softly: "What kind of sword."
"It's very ordinary, and it looks very simple. Master, do you know what kind of sword it is?"
Wang Xiaohua raised her head slightly, and some moonlight leaked in through the cracks, flowing into her eyes like water.
Then a trembling, cold hand covered her eyes, sweeping away the moonlight.
"That's Qingyi Kaitian, or it doesn't have a name. Such a name is just a story from that year."
"Oh." Wang Xiaohua said softly, but then asked curiously, "Why did that sword suddenly fall to the world?"
Bu Suanzi was silent for a long time and said softly: "Because someone is going to die."
"dying?"
"Yes, so she will come to see the world, the land that gave birth to her, and the world that she once loved so much."
Wang Xiaohua said with some confusion: "I thought the person you were talking about would be a bad person."
If he wasn't a bad person, then why did Fortune Teller cough up blood miserably after just one visit to the human world?
"Bad guy?" Bu Suanzi said softly, maybe shaking his head.
Wang Xiaohua thought this way, guessing the meaning of the Taoist next to her from those words.
"Of course she was a good person, one of the few good people in that place."
"Why? Did she do anything good?"
"No."
"How can you be considered a good person if you don't have one?"
"The world would like to thank her for her indifference to the world for thousands of years."
Wang Xiaohua still didn't understand.
Bu Suanzi said nothing more, just coughing on the rocks beside the pond.
After a long time, the Taoist stood up.
Wang Xiaohua felt the movements of the Taoist beside her and asked softly: "Are we leaving?"
The Taoist beside him seemed to be shaking his head, and then said softly: "We have to stay for a while."
"Why?"
"Because she's coming to see you."
Wang Xiaohua squeezed Bu Suanzi's hand.
"Because of the thing in my eye?"
"Yes."
It was quiet beside the clear pool under the mountain snow.
The old Taoist and the young Taoist stood quietly under the moonlight.
Waiting for someone to arrive.
