"Sincere people, if you say one thing, it will probably be like this now."
Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting in the warmly lit Yexue small restaurant in Huaidu, leaning against the snowy window lattice, looking at the brightly lit human streets outside the window, and said with a soft smile.
There are many burning stoves in the wine shop, and there are many drinkers who drink late at night, breathing and talking while drunk, making the whole wine shop extremely warm, so even if the wind and snow outside the window fall into the wine shop, In the middle of the year, it had to become a spring breeze.
"If you're not sincere, what can you do?" Opposite Zhang Xiaoyu, there was an old man wearing a large witch robe sitting.
Maybe it was Shu He who had already made his choice.
Maybe it was Shu He who still hadn't made a choice.
No one knows what kind of choices are hidden under that witch robe with complicated patterns.
Shu He sat there with his hands curled up, then stretched out a hand, picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a glass of wine. He took a big sip, as if he could use it to clear away the blockage in his heart.
"If you're not sincere, what can you do?" Shuhe sighed again. "The people on your cliff have all come to the human world, and the world can only live in peace."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at the Nanchu wizard sitting opposite him.
Just in March of this year, they were life-and-death enemies inside and outside Nanyi City.
However, in December, the two of them were sitting peacefully in the wine shop, drinking quietly at each other like old friends they hadn't seen for a long time.
Of course the two will not be friends.
In the stories of Nanyi City, although at the end, Shuhe broke up with Ming Yuwei and left the final battlefield with the Nanchu witch disciples.
But naturally the two will not become friends because of this.
But at the end of this December, at the end of the thousand and three years of the Gale Calendar, maybe everyone can become close friends.
Even though everyone knows that the current Cliff Master actually has little to do with Mojian Cliff and the ten-year sword sect of those years.
But they still held great awe for the people on that cliff.
So Zhang Xiaoyu was very sincere and looked at the old man sitting opposite him like a friend.
"It's not the people on our cliff, it's the people on their cliff." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and turned back, looking at the long Piaoxu Street in the light. "Huangliang is also a human world, Huai'an is also a human world, Mojian Cliff is not, so in such a story, it will only be the people on their cliffs."
Zhang Xiaoyu paused and was quiet for a while, then continued: "Just like the goddess on your windward building."
Shu He turned his head and looked out the window. His eyes passed over the dark eaves covered with snow in the night, and also passed over the bright lanterns hanging in the brown street buildings, and fell far away. On top of a tall building deep in the Imperial Palace of False Capital.
Sometimes people in the world always think that because there is also a star-catching tower in Huaidu, Huangliang also has such a tall building.
But Yingfeng Building has a longer history than Zhaixing Building.
The history of Huangliang is also longer than that of Huaian - if the Dafeng Dynasty is not counted as the extension of the Huaian dynasty.
Huai'an actually only has a history of more than a hundred years, with only four generations of emperors, the Ghost Emperor, the Ming Emperor, the Huai Emperor, and the Hou Emperor.
But such a dynasty that passed by so briefly in history left the land north of Daze with the name Huaian for a long time.
Shuhe watched quietly and thought quietly, feeling quite sad.
"But at least we can clearly know that a Gao Ya who does not look at the human world is facing the human world. But the goddess."
Shuhe sighed, drank the tepid wine in the glass, coughed softly, and said, "We don't know whether the goddess is facing the human world."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the old wizard who started coughing after drinking cold wine, called the waiter, placed a small stove on the table, and warmed up the pot of wine.
Shu He held the wine glass in his hand and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was doing all this. He probably did have a moment of trance and felt that the two were really friends.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. I can't drink cold wine during this period. It's not very good after all." Zhang Xiaoyu was very indifferent.
The Wu River is surging and the sea is filled with waves.
Naturally, people like them will be affected by the sword intent that fell to the world because the sword was taken out from the Zhuojian Platform.
"Hasn't any of you ever asked whether the goddess has ever been to the human world?"
Shuhe said softly: "If God doesn't show mercy, which person in the world would dare to ask?"
"I have a friend, I probably asked about it." Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the wine in the glass and said about Liu Sanyue, a friend from his youth and Taoist period.
"Is he dead?"
Shuhe asked.
"Probably he died, but it was not because he asked some questions, but because he asked some questions and then brought the questions back to Huai'an. So I had a senior brother who stood in the fog and fear and sent him off Went to the River Styx.”
Zhang Xiaoyu spoke very calmly.
Shuhe probably knew the reason for his death.
"So in the final analysis, he died in the story of the goddess coming to earth."
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said: "Maybe it is, maybe it is not. This is a very complicated problem. If you want to figure it out, you have to put aside your thinking after knowing everything and go back to that night before you can see it. You have to understand something.”
Liu Sanyue's story is naturally extremely complicated.
So neither of them continued their research.
The wine had warmed for a while, and was probably a little warm again. Shu He picked up the jug again and poured the steaming wine into the cup.
"So what are you doing here in Huangliang?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Find someone."
Shu He chuckled softly, drank warm wine, and said, "I thought you wouldn't tell me."
"I reflect on myself every day, whether I have fulfilled my responsibilities when doing things for others, whether I am sincere in my interactions with friends, and whether I have studied carefully what Master taught me." Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the glass of wine that had been sitting there for a long time from the table and drank lightly. , said quietly.
"So did you do it?"
"I don't."
Zhang Xiaoyu was still very sincere and calm.
Shu He couldn't help but smile for a long time, and his eyes fell on the empty scabbard behind Zhang Xiaoyu.
In that worn scabbard, there should have been a sword with the word "mountain and river" engraved on it.
Shuhe's smile disappeared.
"Where's your sword?"
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer. After finishing the cold wine, he poured another glass of warm wine and turned to look out the window.
"You should know who my master is."
"The Sword of Cause and Effect, Cluster Blade."
"So where is my sword?"
Shuhe sat there quietly.
A sword cultivator who loses his sword is naturally much weaker.
Even under Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes, he still had a Taoist robe.
But Shu He felt that he could still suddenly attack and kill this extremely talented young sword cultivator from Huai'an - he had only stretched out one hand.
It's just that Shuhe sat for a long time without much movement. He just sighed and stretched out his other hand from his sleeve.
There is no witchcraft.
If the world is harmonious, no one will act rashly.
At least in the remaining ten days.
But Zhang Xiaoyu is different. He can think about it now, and then wait until someone leaves the world before he can take action.
The sword enters cause and effect.
Naturally, there is no way to escape.
"So how long can I live?" Shuhe asked calmly.
It’s like asking not about one’s own life or death, but whether to eat Xiao Long Bao or Saozi noodles tomorrow morning.
Zhang Xiaoyu still said sincerely: "I don't know."
He probably won't know until he holds the sword again.
Shuhe said softly: "I thought we were friends."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "How can we be friends? Those stories in Nanyi City have clearly told the world that we are enemies of life and death."
"Nan Chu Wu finally withdrew from the battlefield."
"At least when I was still standing on the top of Nanyi City, the outside of the city was still full of people from the Witch and Ghost Way." Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look out the window, the wind and snow were full of coldness.
"Those sword cultivators fell beside me. I still remember one evening when I looked down at my bloody clothes. None of the blood was my own. Some of it belonged to you Huangliang people, and some belonged to those Lingnan swordsmen. It’s from the cultivators. Layers of it were sprinkled on me layer by layer, and I couldn’t even hide away. The overwhelming witchcraft and ghost techniques that fell on the top of the city sometimes made me despair, feeling that Nanyi City could not be defended. Living."
"But you held on." Shuhe said slowly, "Even if the people from Yunmeng Zezhong finally joined the battlefield, even if the last 500,000 of the 800,000 troops guarding the southern part of Huangliang rushed to the battlefield, you still remained Defended.”
Zhang Xiaoyu drank his wine and turned to look at the old man in front of him from Nanchu, who might have been incited by Ming Mayfly.
"Someone led a lot of people to your door and wanted to drag you out and beat you to death. But because you were so brave, you beat many of them to death and beat them back with a bloody head - that person Can you deny it and say that I didn’t really beat you to death?”
Shuhe sighed softly and said, "Probably not possible."
Zhang Xiaoyu drank the warm wine and smiled. His smile was warm and charming.
"So naturally it is."
If Cong Ren is a big old gangster in the world of cultivation, then Zhang Xiaoyu, who learned Cong Ren's Karma Sword, can probably be regarded as a little gangster.
In this way, in front of the old spirit wizard from Nanchu, he sent his sword to Dafengli One Thousand and Four Years.
Zhang Xiaoyu finished the wine in the cup, stood up, took out a chopstick from the chopstick holder, and pulled the coals in the small stove for Shu He, so that the fire would be stronger and the wine would heat up faster. Let this old man have a better last winter.
"There must be nothing wrong in the world." Zhang Xiaoyu put the chopsticks on the table and said softly: "Since I, Zhang Xiaoyu, can't do bad things, then I should be a good person."
Shu He didn't speak, he just sat there quietly holding the warm wine in his cup.
"what's on your mind?"
"I'm wondering where I can learn the extremely sophisticated art of migration."
Witchcraft Xiliu is one of the three great miraculous arts in the world. If you practice it to a profound level, you can directly reverse the years.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said: "Since it is the art of witches and ghosts, then you can definitely ask your goddess. After you learn it, will you go back to the time before you left Nanchu?"
Shuhe said slowly: "I will go back to the time before I stepped into this wine shop."
The beginning of the story is very simple. When the old man was walking through the wind and snow, a young swordsman from Huai'an was sitting by the window. He looked at him and said, "Would you like to come in and have a drink together?"
So he walked in.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the outside of the wine shop and said softly: "Then you probably won't be able to go back."
Shuhe nodded in agreement.
Who would have thought?
It was fine when I arrived, but I couldn't go back.
...
When Zhang Xiaoyu left the restaurant, he saw an ugly man covered in filth squatting in the corner of the snowstorm, looking at everyone who passed by equally with a strange look of hatred.
When the white-clothed swordsman saw the dark, huddled man, for some reason, he subconsciously thought of his friend named Liu Sanyue many years ago.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought very childishly.
Liu Sanyue, look, compared to you, this man looks like a dog!
Then he smiled to himself and walked over with the empty scabbard on his back.
Just as he started to walk over, he turned back again.
He picked up his fist and beat him.
Then he picked up some snow from the ground and wiped the fresh spit on his white clothes.
Damn it, spitting behind your back, that’s really a bitch!
Zhang Xiaoyu thought rather angrily.
She resisted the idea of beating him again and left the street in the wind and snow.
...
Windward upstairs.
The somewhat obese Emperor accompanied him standing next to the goddess in a black dress, smiling as he looked at the snow-capped mountains on the eaves of the human world.
"Will that Huaian sword cultivator come to talk to the goddess?"
Yao Ji stood in the building holding an umbrella, wearing a black skirt that was flying in the wind and snow.
"Won't."
Yao Ji said in a calm voice, "He is a person with a depressed heart. When he is depressed, he is sometimes a human and sometimes a ghost. How could such a person come to see me?"
The emperor chuckled and turned to look at the gentle but distant goddess.
"What if he comes?"
Yao Ji turned her head and glanced at the Emperor Lan who looked quite different from the past, then turned back and said lightly: "He won't come."
Emperor Pei said softly: "That's really not good."
The whole building was filled with wind and snow.
This is probably the only bad sentence in his career as emperor.
It was on the Yingfeng Building, facing the Wushan goddess Yao Ji who would dominate the entire land of Huangliang at any time.
"Why is it bad?" Yao Ji said slowly, holding the umbrella.
"Because I want to see if Huaian sword cultivator will surrender in front of the goddess."
Yao Ji quietly looked at the distant night in the world, holding the umbrella in her hand tightly.
"They won't."
Yao Ji said calmly.
However, suddenly a hand grasped Yao Ji's hand that was holding the umbrella rib tightly.
He usually only agrees to accompany His Majesty the Emperor.
Then the power of the Styx suddenly surged, shaking the accompanying emperor who was going crazy for some reason, and hit the beams in the building, coughing blood.
The emperor could only say yes, but today he said no, and even held the goddess's hand. He was coughing blood in misery, but he couldn't help but smile.
"good."
what's good?
Naturally, it was because he felt a soft but cold hand that was clenching the umbrella rib, trembling imperceptibly.
look.
The emperor said yes with a smile, tilted his head and coughed blood while looking towards the windy and snowy north of the world with a smile.
This is Mojian Cliff, isn't it?
...
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally wouldn't.
I won’t go and I won’t surrender.
He has something important to do.
This young man in white from Huai'an, who has attracted the attention of countless people, is both a disciple of Shanhe Temple and a disciple of the Human Sword Sect. He is standing in front of a clothing store with some embarrassment, and the boss lady who is in her thirties is quite cold. Discussing the price of a piece of clothing.
It was a white coat, similar to the one Zhang Xiaoyu wore, but it looked better and cleaner.
Zhang Xiaoyu wiped off the saliva on his clothes and left the long street. When he passed by, he caught his eye at the exotic white dress hanging in the most conspicuous place in the store.
Yes, exotic white clothes.
The skirt and cuffs were carefully embroidered with the thin gold pattern favored by Huai'an people. It was simple and elegant, and Zhang Xiaoyu was quite moved by the sight.
The proprietress also thought she and Zhang Xiaoyu would be a good match at first.
Until Zhang Xiaoyu decided to cut the price in half and give away a pair of clean boots.
The attitude of the landlady became cold.
This is the exotic clothes worn by Huaian people that are rare in Huangliang!
This is what the boss lady told Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, I am a serious Huai'an person, and I have been wearing white clothes for so many years, but I still want you to tell me what clothes people from Huai'an wear?
But the price is indeed not too expensive.
It’s just that Zhang Xiaoyu really doesn’t have much money.
When I passed by Nanyi City, I didn't even go in because I was afraid of being chased for debts.
So Zhang Xiaoyu was still very humble and sincerely negotiated the price with the landlady.
It's a pity that she was probably tired of being told that. Maybe there was still some profit. The landlady stretched her head and took a look outside, then sighed and said: "Forget it, I'll sell it to you, but don't talk about the boots!"
"no problem."
The world's temperament always likes to compromise.
For example, if you say that I want to buy that white dress at a low price, the landlady will naturally not allow it.
But if you say you also want to include a pair of clean boots.
The boss lady will probably think that selling clothes at half price is not impossible.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't feel too embarrassed standing on the snowy street.
Just a moment ago, he faced the extremely dashing swordsman of the Southern Chu Spirit Witch, but now he is just a cash-strapped worldly person.
Sure enough, only with money can you be happy.
If I had known where I was in the South Island at that time, I would have taken a few money bags and left.
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed.
Looking at his rather messy white clothes, Zhang Xiaoyu was about to take the white clothes handed over by the landlady when he suddenly stared blankly at the corner of the shop.
The young swordsman in shabby clothing did not take the piece of clothing, but pointed to that spot.
"Is that expensive?"
The landlady looked in the direction Zhang Xiaoyu pointed.
It was a plain skirt, embroidered with some elegant small blue flowers.
Probably very suitable for some gentle and soft girls.
This piece is actually much more expensive than the white dress that Zhang Xiaoyu was interested in at first.
Zhang Xiaoyu probably couldn't afford that little dress with the little money he had left.
I don’t know if it was because the young man stared at the dress for a long time, but the lady boss’s face softened a little. She took Zhang Xiaoyu’s money and helped him wrap the dress carefully—— Prevent it from getting wet due to wind and snow.
The shabby sword cultivator, who was wearing messy white clothes and carrying an empty scabbard, said thank you to the proprietress and left in the wind and snow.
Maybe I am actually quite like a dog.
