This is a hundred miles north of the East China Sea, in the mountains on the edge of a plain.
The green mountains are covered with snow and are extremely peaceful.
There are countless settlements of lights on the plain, like flowers spread on the original snow.
The Flower Center is a small coastal town.
It's called Qingjiao.
Why does the green mountain laugh at me? It's because the world is blowing trumpets.
Who can teach me that the bright moon thousands of miles away is as lonely as the snow in the sky.
When Qiu Shui was walking among the snow-capped mountains outside Yuanwai with his sword, he looked at the snow on the plain outside the mountains, but inexplicably thought of the Xijiang Moon that he had heard of at some point.
But today's story has nothing to do with that plain city standing in the December snow.
It's just a patch of moonlight under a stone pool somewhere in the mountains.
Just as Bu Suanzi said, this man from Gaoya who had eaten a bowl of earthly red oil noodles in the East China Sea town walked under the snow and moonlight and walked to the clear pool where the two of them stayed with his sword.
Wang Xiaohua stood beside Bu Suanzi uneasily.
Although she couldn't see what kind of white-haired woman was coming in the moonlight, she could hear the rustling sound of snow.
The fallen branches snapped in the snow.
Then the sound of stepping on the snow stopped.
Wang Xiaohua squeezed Bu Suanzi's hand.
"Xie Chaoyu is missing a door and has met the cliff master."
Bu Suanzi stood under the moon beside the mountain beside the clear pool, holding Wang Xiaohua's hand, and bowed respectfully to the white-haired woman on the opposite side of the clear pool.
The woman in an orange dress just held the sword and stood by the moonlit pool, looking at a waterfall in the pool with the bright moon shining on the snow, and said softly: "Since I have already descended from the cliff, naturally I am not the owner of the cliff. "
In the next period of time, there will be no Cliff Master in the human world.
Bu Suanzi said slowly: "Standing on a high cliff and sitting in the human world, even if it takes a thousand years, the owner of the cliff will still be the owner of the cliff."
Qiu Shui just laughed softly and said, "I thought people in the world wouldn't like the term Cliff Master."
The world may like her or not, but I think she probably doesn't like this woman with white hair like snow who has been lonely for thousands of years.
Bu Suanzi looked at the woman opposite him sadly for a long time, and then said: "So what should it be called in the world?"
"Call me Qiu Shui, or call me senior sister, it's fine."
Naturally, no one in the world would really dare to call this woman Qiu Shui.
Even if her name is really Qiu Shui, she is really the demon transformed from the tail of the Styx River called Qiu Shui at the southern end of the Youhuang Mountains.
People wouldn't call her senior sister.
This is the only daughter in red from the previous cliff master thousands of years ago. Her seniority in the current world is naturally frightening.
So after all is said and done, people in the world will probably still call him Cliff Master.
Not even the sect leader.
The sword sect that once existed on Mojian Cliff, known as the Ten-Year Sword Sect, has long since disappeared from the world with the death of Hong Yi, the previous cliff master, in the River Styx.
It takes thousands of years to sharpen a sword, but the frost blade has never been tested.
Bu Suanzi's eyes fell on the sword in Qiu Shui's hand.
The shape of the sword is simple, heavy, and dull.
Such swords are often suitable for chopping.
"This is the first time that the world has seen this sword in thousands of years." Bu Suanzi said softly.
Qiu Shui looked down at the sword in his hand, and then said slowly: "Are you disappointed?"
Bu Suanzi chuckled and shook his head and said: "The sword that once cut through the sky, even if it is just a fire stick, the world will not be disappointed. What's more, just now, I have received some sword intentions."
Qiu Shui looked at the large area of blood beside the clear pool, but said a little apologetically: "If such a sword is taken out from the clear spring of Zhuojian Terrace, some of the sword's power will inevitably escape. This is unintentional."
The divination operator naturally knew that this was an unintentional move.
As long as he has the intention, he will do more than vomit blood.
It is impossible to even think about the words that Cong Zhongxiao said thousands of years ago, and it is sinful to even think about it. Of course, the world has heard it before.
The former best swordsman in the world, just thought about drawing the sword, and was almost crushed by the sword's power beside Yunmeng Ze.
If Qiu Shui really meant it, then the world at this time would already be filled with bright moon like snow in the sky.
The two of them stood by the pond for a long time with each sighing, and then their eyes fell on the anxious little girl next to Bu Suanzi.
"Da Siming?"
Qiu Shui looked at Wang Xiaohua's covered eyes and said slowly.
Bu Suanzi said softly: "Yes."
Qiu Shui looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Thousands of years ago, they were still there."
Bu Suanzi looked at the white-haired woman who had experienced thousands of years of human life.
"Have you ever seen Cliff Master before?"
Qiu Shui shook his head calmly and said, "I haven't, but a certain cripple has probably seen it."
A certain lame man was naturally the demon master who led all the demons across the river and was once the Minister of Rites in Huai'an.
"Some madman has seen it too."
Qiu Shui spoke extremely calmly, extremely indifferently, and extremely relieved.
Bu Suanzi naturally knew who the lunatic Qiushui was talking about. Some stories had naturally become ancient history and disappeared with the River Styx.
"So they all died during these thousand years."
Bu Suanzi said softly.
Qiu Shui looked up at the moonlight above the snow on the human mountain, and behind the moonlight, the deeper and more distant night sky.
"Maybe."
Then she lowered her head, and a waterfall of long hair behind her flowed like white snow in the moonlight.
"Let her come here."
Bu Suanzi nodded, raised his hand and touched the head of Xiaohua, the little boy next to him, and said softly: "Go."
Wang Xiaohua hesitated, something seemed to be stirring uneasily in her eyes, like some deep-seated fear.
Bu Suanzi shook her little hand and said softly: "It's okay. I told you that the cliff master is a good person."
Wang Xiaohua felt the warmth gradually returning to Bu Suanzi's hand, and felt a little calmer. After standing in the moonlight for a long time, she finally let go of the old Taoist's hand, and then walked slowly step by step in the direction where the woman's voice came from. go.
The little Taoist boy stepped into the clear pool water.
The moonlight was messy, but it looked like a clear path crushed in the water, carrying the path boy step by step towards the woman beside the pool.
Until you can hear the extremely subtle heartbeat under the snowy moon.
But those heartbeats were very slow, very slight.
Like an old man in his twilight years.
There was a hand holding the little Taoist boy's hand. The hand was very slender and soft, but also cold, like an old man sitting alone in a corner basking in the sun, having lost the warmth of his life over the years. .
Wang Xiaohua remembered what Bu Suanzi said at the beginning - someone is going to die.
Some people also want to come and see themselves.
I don't know why, but when these two sentences were connected together, the little girl who was still a little uneasy felt at ease.
So she pinched the woman's hand with cold finger bones like a fortune teller who was coughing up blood.
Qiu Shui smiled, looked at the little Taoist boy in front of him and said softly, "What's your name?"
"Wang Xiaohua." Wang Xiaohua said.
Qiu Shui smiled, touched her head and said, "You are really angry in this world."
When Wang Xiaohua heard this sigh, she didn't know what she should say. Maybe she didn't need to say anything, just an ordinary sigh.
Then she felt a hand touching the eyeband she had worn for a long time.
Wang Xiaohua subconsciously reached out and grabbed the hand, shook her head and said, "Master said, you can't take it off."
"It's okay, I just want to see what's in your eyes."
Qiu Shui said softly.
Wang Xiaohua hesitated for a long time, not hearing Bu Suanzi's voice, and then slowly let go of her hand.
Then the moonlight and snowy colors in the human world, which she had not seen for a long time, fell into Wang Xiaohua's eyes.
Wang Xiaohua stared blankly at the bright moonlight, the cold mountain snow, and the soft-looking woman in front of her, who was not at all like the alienated and cold woman in the world as Bu Suanzi said.
But when she was about to say something, a black figure in a loose robe suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Then there seemed to be the sound of swords ringing beside the clear pool.
Wang Xiaohua wanted to step back in panic.
But soon the black figure called Da Siming by Fortune teller and others disappeared from his eyes.
The sword was not unsheathed, but stood in the snow. The orange-clad woman named Qiu Shui, with flowing white hair, calmly raised her hand and pressed it on the sword.
Nothing was said.
Nothing was done either.
Wang Xiaohua didn't know what this meant.
The eyeband was placed over his eyes again.
Then the hand that lacked a lot of human warmth slowly touched the top of her head again.
"It's okay." She heard Qiu Shui say softly.
The hand pulled away.
Then she heard the same sound of treading on the snow slowly leaving.
Bu Suanzi stepped across the clear pool and came to his side.
Puzzled, Wang Xiaohua took the old Taoist's hand again and asked, "Did she do something?"
Bu Suanzi said softly: "No."
Wang Xiaohua was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Then what is she going to do?"
"nor."
"Then what does this mean?"
Bu Suanzi stood there quietly for a long time and said softly: "This is telling some beings that there are still swords in the world."
Wang Xiaohua seemed to understand something and said softly: "So they all died by the sword?"
"I don't know." Bu Suanzi's voice was calm, "That is something beyond fate and the human world."
Wang Xiaohua wanted to say something else, but Bu Suanzi had already held her hand and continued walking forward.
"let's go."
"Where to go?"
"Listen to how people in the world celebrate the New Year."
...
Nan Dao's second scabbard was ready. Wu Dalong worked very hard on his junior brother's scabbard. He used good ore as the base material and wrapped it with leather to prevent injuries to his hands.
But before Nan Dao could try, he fell ill.
When I was going down the mountain with Lu Xiaoer, Lu Xiaoer said that I would definitely not tell others.
Nan Dao said yes.
Then the person fell down.
If it were Lu Xiaosan, he would definitely be thinking, I just expressed my feelings a little bit, and you fell down so excited, what should I do?
Lu Xiaoer doesn't know how.
When Nan Dao fell, the young boy quickly dropped his sword and supported his uncle who was walking in front.
Then he looked at the pale face of his uncle, and used his insufficient vitality to explore the body. Unfortunately, just after he entered Nan Dao's body, the vitality was shocked back.
Who knows how a young boy like Lu Xiaoer managed to carry Nandao back in the wind and snow in Lingnan.
When he came back, Le Chaotian was sitting upstairs facing the wind and snow, looking at the night in the world.
Lu Xiaoer was exhausted and dragged Nan Dao upstairs.
"Uncle Musician, I know you are not an ordinary person. Come and see what happened to Uncle Nan?"
As soon as Lu Xiaoer went upstairs and placed Nan Dao in front of the stove, he opened the door and said hurriedly to Le Chaotian who was sitting outside watching the night snow.
Le Chaotian was naturally sitting and watching Ye Xue, even playing the piano.
But amidst such chicness, there is naturally a different kind of misery.
So Lu Xiaoer's voice slowly dropped midway through his words.
Le Chaotian's face was also a little pale, and there was blood on the piano in front of him.
However, after hearing Lu Xiaoer's call for help, Le Chaotian stood up, covered his lips and coughed quietly, and walked into the building.
After seeing the situation in the South Island, Le Chaotian probably had some understanding in his heart. Then he turned to look at Lu Xiaoer aside and said, "Go downstairs and pick some peach blossoms that were just half covered by the snow. Find some more." There is no grass by the stream, and the snow that just covers the grass stems turns into water, and finally I go to the Tianya Sword Sect to get some wine."
Lu Xiaoer said with a confused look on his face: "Can this make Uncle Master wake up?"
Le Chaotian shook his head and said: "I still need some things, but I have them here, you can just go and get them."
Although Lu Xiaoer didn't understand, he still ran out honestly, rummaged around in the wind for a long time outside the building, found a peach blossom that was half covered with snow, and then stuck out his butt, which was almost frozen by the mountain road. I stayed next to the stream and searched for Grass Stem Snow for a long time. Finally, I ran to the small building of Tianya Sword Sect and drank a pot of wine.
When Lu Xiaoer went upstairs again, Le Chaotian was holding a bowl and fiddling with something there. There was a faint blue color in the bowl.
The young boy was stunned for a moment.
He honestly handed those things that sounded weird but seemed useless to Le Chaotian.
Le Chaotian sat there with a pale face while mixing the peach blossoms, the water from the stream and the snow, and the pot of wine, and poured them into the bowl.
Lu Xiaoer watched nervously from the side, and then saw Le Chaotian tinkering for a long time, passing the contents of the bowl in the fire several times, and then walked to Nan Dao's side, holding his head and feeding him Some.
"that's it?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at Le Chaotian suspiciously.
Le Chaotian looked a little solemn and did not speak. He just looked at Nan Dao. After a while, although Nan Dao's face was still pale, Le Chaotian's expression gradually relaxed. He took a breath and coughed with his hands on his lips. After two sounds, he looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "I have to feed him a few more times. After I finish drinking, I will be fine. You can go back first."
Seeing the relaxed look on Le Chaotian's face, Lu Xiaoer became more relaxed. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, then I'll come back tomorrow?"
"Um."
Le Chaotian sat there and responded calmly.
The little boy walked downstairs exhausted.
Le Chaotian waited for a long time and moved to the door. He walked through the corridor and watched Lu Xiaoer's figure retreating in the snow. He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the bowl of what was at best peach blossom water and wine on the side with his backhand. He took a sip. He went down and said with a soft smile: "Are you kidding? I am a materialistic Taoist practitioner, not some charlatan."
But the magic stick naturally has its own way of survival.
For example, they are very good at using mysterious things to treat heart diseases.
Le Chaotian could naturally tell that the young boy was frightened, scared and restless as he carried Nan Dao all the way back through the wind and snow.
So I just pretended to be cured, but this disease was not cured for Nan Dao, but for Lu Xiaoer.
As for the South Island.
After finishing his wine, Le Chaotian was a little tipsy. He just raised his hand to check the pulse of the unconscious young man holding an umbrella. He didn't care about anything. He squeezed aside and began to sleep peacefully.
...
In the early morning of the next day, Lu Xiaoer came over.
He ran upstairs and looked at Nan Dao, who had recovered and was sleeping leisurely, and then looked at Le Chaotian, who had been woken up by him, with a strange color in his eyes.
"Uncle, you are truly a miracle doctor!"
Le Chaotian's face was still pale. He waved his hands lazily and yawned and said, "It's just a small thing. To walk in the world, you always need to know a few tricks. Just playing music is naturally not enough."
Lu Xiaoer nodded, looked at Le Chaotian's face again, and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Le Chaotian said softly: "I was just scared when I played the piano yesterday. Didn't Lu Xiaosan tell you?"
Lu Xiaoer shook his head.
Le Chaotian was probably more awake. He looked at the young boy beside him and said with a smile, "But I'm curious, how do you know that I'm not an ordinary person."
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "Since the last time you and your junior brothers and sisters ate fish in the canyon, and I happened to pick up a fish and came back?"
Le Chaotian tilted his head to look at Lu Xiaoer and said, "So that's it. Then how extraordinary am I?"
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "I don't know."
"You are not afraid?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a moment and said, "Aren't you a senior uncle?"
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said: "No, I am the junior brother, and the senior uncle has to take responsibility, just like you came to me last night."
"Where's Junior Brother?"
"Junior brother," Le Chaotian said with a smile, "Junior brother is—senior brother, I want to eat fish!"
Lu Xiaoer subconsciously looked at Nan Dao aside. Unfortunately, Nan Dao didn't wake up and was still sleeping there.
"By the way, where is your sword?" Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked.
Lu Xiaoer then remembered that he had left the Xiwu Sword at the Second Peak yesterday.
Just when I was thinking about throwing it away, I suddenly remembered that the sword should return to Tianya Town on its own.
Lu Xiaoer thought about it, walked to the corridor outside, looked at the wind and snow that was still not stopping, thought for a while, and said softly: "Xi Wu."
In the wind and snow, a sword light came out and fell into Lu Xiao's hands.
It was the Xiwu Sword that was abandoned outside yesterday.
Probably because it was abandoned in the wind and snow, Xiwujian hummed in dissatisfaction.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the sword in his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "I promise I will never leave you behind next time."
Only then did Xiwu Jianming stop.
Lu Xiaoer walked in with his sword in his arms, and looked at Le Chaotian who was yawning and Nan Dao who was sleeping quietly beside him, and said, "Then I'll go back first."
The little boy is naturally sleepy.
Le Chaotian yawned and nodded.
My head feels a little heavy, and I don't know if it's because I coughed a lot yesterday or I'm bored from drinking.
After Lu Xiaoer left, Le Chaotian pushed Nan Dao again and said with a soft smile: "Brother, I really want to eat fish."
There seemed to be a helpless look on the young man's eyebrows, but he still had his eyes closed and did not wake up.
Le Chaotian smiled softly, lay down by the stove, and said, "I am really a miracle doctor!"
Probably indeed a miracle doctor.
Cured the boy's inability to sleep.
