Qiu Shui seemed to have already guessed that Cao Weiying would say this, and was not surprised. He probably never thought about actually asking for the opinion of this senior Jian Ya who no longer interfered with human affairs.
After taking a few more sips of peach blossom wine, Qiu Shui returned the wine gourd to Cao Weiying and talked about the last thing.
"Why did a ghost like Yao Ji, who died thousands of years ago, suddenly return to the human world?"
Cao Weiying sat on the bow of the boat and said softly: "Many years ago, Emperor Huai met a man who also came back from the River Styx - below the River Styx, there is also the human world. Who can guarantee that we must be above the River Styx? The human world? Maybe it’s just the reincarnation of life and death.”
Qiu Shui said softly: "So I only know life and death, but I don't know what life and death are."
Naturally, there will never be an answer to the human-butterfly theory.
"Maybe so." Cao Weiying said.
Qiu Shui looked at the young man in Zhoutou for a long time, and then said slowly: "Senior, this is probably why you woke up this time."
"Yes." Cao Weiying was not vague about this question.
This is an obvious question.
"If she doesn't return to the position of Gu Chu Zhengshen, then I will naturally continue to sleep." Cao Weiying said with a soft smile.
"Then what if she returns to Guchu Zhengshen in the future?"
Qiu Shui looked at Cao Weiying quietly.
Cao Weiying said calmly: "Then I will take her out of this world."
Probably just like the god named Da Siming in the eyes of the little Taoist boy led by the Taoist named Xie Chaoyu.
Yao Ji's return to the True God of Nanchu means that the world will completely return to the age of gods and ghosts, instead of just being one of the thousands of people in the world.
Hangu Temple has disappeared from the world. Naturally, such a story can only be read by Cao Weiying.
Autumn water can also be used.
Cao Weiying's eyes fell on the white-haired woman's left hand.
That's a sword.
I saw Cao Weiying many years ago.
That was the first time the world saw the sword Mo Jian Ya Mo.
But if such a sword is really unsheathed, the price to be paid in the world will be too high.
Back then, Hongyi just invited Sword Intent to come and sealed back the entire Styx River that was flowing backward.
So when Qiushui brings his sword down the cliff.
The world had to fall silent.
Just like what Cong Ren said to Yao Ji on the cliff in Baihe - I don't have the ability to kill you, but if everything is done, the world can naturally send her back to the underworld regardless of the cost. river.
"I will go see her." Qiu Shui stood on the shore of the lake holding a sword and said very calmly. "Let's see what this ghost and god who once protected Gu Chu before Dao Dao appeared in this world wants to do."
Qiu Shui went down the cliff with his sword only because of Yun Mengze's incident.
If it were only the current world, there would naturally be no existence that would require her to take out this sword from the Zhuojian Platform.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, looking away from the sword and looking at Yunya in the distance.
"Don't scare others."
Qiu Shui said calmly: "If she didn't have any ghosts in her heart, how could she be scared?"
"I'm afraid that I didn't have any ghosts in my heart, but I was scared out of them."
Cao Weiying took a sip of peach blossom wine and said softly.
Qiu Shui thought for a while and said, "I will try to be gentler."
Cao Weiying said nothing more, just sat quietly on the bow of the boat.
After a long time, the two of them finally began to say goodbye that had been delayed for a thousand years.
"I'm leaving, senior."
Qiu Shui held his sword and saluted Caoweiying.
Cao Weiying nodded, then poured the wine gourd in his hand, and the wine fell into the Sword Lake. The wine would probably take a long time to flow to the human world, and then flow to the River Styx.
At that time, Qiu Shui might be riding a boat in the River Styx - just in time to drink the peach blossom wine in this world.
Qiu Shui just looked at the sliver of wine in the dusk.
Cao Cao poured half a gourd for Ying, and then looked at the woman by the lake, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated for a long time.
Qiu Shui said softly: "Senior, do you have anything else to say?"
Cao Weiying sighed softly and said: "I originally wanted to say that if you go to the world of Styx and see Bai Yi, you can send my greetings. But after thinking about it, even Hong Yi has never seen Bai Yi, let alone you. . It’s probably just a matter of not knowing each other.”
"Why not?" Qiu Shui said softly, "Since he was once praised highly by the whole world and can be compared with Taoist Saint Li Queyi, he can naturally be recognized at a glance."
Cao Weiying looked at Qiushui, who was rare and relaxed, and said slowly: "I thought you would hate Mojianya."
Qiu Shui was silent for a while and said: "It is true. The person who hates Mojian Ya the most in the world is probably me. With such hatred, I also have to bring with me the person who died in front of me and died under my sword. People - in such a story, he and I are the most miserable people in the world. This is brought by the one on Mojian Cliff."
"But I also know very well that this is something that has nothing to do with the seniors. There are cross currents and countercurrents on the high cliffs, and naturally there are people who have cut off the currents with their bodies."
Qiu Shui spoke very calmly and calmly. He was filled with hatred and sorrow, but he was also extremely relieved.
The woman with white hair and orange clothes held a sword and headed in the direction she came from.
"If I see him, I will naturally help senior to speak well of him."
"Thank you."
Cao Weiying sat on the bow of the boat and said softly.
So the twilight of the human world hung in the waterfall of white hair and was taken away from this place, leaving only the night in the town.
Cao Weiying sat on the bow of the boat, swaying in the lake, quietly looking at the small towns in the distance with lights that looked like human beings.
.......
It was December 20th in the calendar year one thousand and three of the Great Wind Calendar.
The snow in the world stopped and started again, but it was much smaller.
"How can you, Zhenmao, be so seriously injured and doze peacefully under the eaves?"
Zhang San brought some drinks and food and opened the door, and immediately saw Chen Qingshan, wearing a thick fleece coat, sitting by the stove under the eaves, leaning against the wall and squinting.
This Shanheguan Taoist, who was first stabbed in the heart by a plum branch and then received a sword in the divine sea, finally couldn't bear it in the snow. He asked Zhang San to buy a thick winter coat, but he persisted. I didn't go into the house, I just sat under the eaves and fell asleep looking at the snow in the yard all day long.
I don’t know whether it is to please Chen Qingshan, or because he really sees that this human being is a bit pitiful. Zhang San has been visiting here very diligently these days. It is said that his own wife is very puzzled - Zhang San, you bastard, what on earth am I? Is she your wife, or is that sick Taoist your wife?
I don’t know how Zhang San answered. In short, he would be scolded every day when he went back.
However, the man whose name was listed on Shanyue City's public list of bad trade practices didn't pay attention and continued to climb the alley and run into the yard every day.
Chen Qingshan opened his eyes, coughed twice, and closed his eyes again.
"Why can't you feel at ease?"
Chen Qingshan asked of course.
Zhang San walked through the snow-covered yard to the eaves, swept some snow off his shoulders, thought for a moment and said, "Didn't the real person say that he has many enemies?"
Chen Qingshan naturally has many enemies, including his senior brothers and sisters, and none of them are easy to get along with.
"Of course there are enemies, but they also have to celebrate the New Year!" Chen Qingshan chuckled softly. "Can't the enemy just celebrate the Chinese New Year as a human being?"
Zhang San naturally didn't know some things in the world of cultivation. Those sword intentions that fell from the cliff to the world were not affected by the practitioners in the small realm, let alone the world. Chen Qingshan didn't explain the meaning of those things to him, he just used Chinese New Year expressions.
It is indeed the Chinese New Year.
When the people on the cliff come down, everyone who is peaceful and restless in the world will have a good New Year.
Chen Qingshan is now more peaceful than anyone else, nestling in the small yard honestly, warming himself by the fire, dozing off, just like a person in the world who has been seriously ill for a long time, quietly passing away the years.
"Then you people in the spiritual world are really reasonable, Master." Zhang San said with a smile, "Although the world is like this, sometimes news of vendettas will spread during the New Year, and they will not celebrate the New Year."
Chen Qingshan did not open his eyes, but moved his buttocks and continued to sit in a different direction.
"So what are you doing here today?"
Zhang San no longer had the initial timidity, and walked into the room with some familiarity, brought out two stools, placed them by the stove, put the things in his hands on the stools in front of Chen Qingshan, and then He sat down on the other table and opened the wine jar while unpacking the food wrapped in oil paper.
The man from Shanyue City smiled and said, "Isn't it a bit lonely to see you here alone?"
Chen Qingshan opened his eyes, tilted his head and looked at Zhang San, and said: "Lonely? Why do you think I am lonely?"
Zhang San thought for a while and said, "Because you don't seem to have any friends, just enemies everywhere."
Chen Qingshan smiled, coughed again, and then picked up the bowl of wine that Zhang San poured on the stool. The wine had probably been heated in advance. Chen Qingshan held the bowl and couldn't help but take another look at the man, but he didn't What to say, just sipped lightly.
"I don't need any friends. I am a little saint in the world, a true god on the land. The wind and snow fall for me, and the mountains and moon shine for me. Naturally, I can't be lonely."
Chen Qingshan's self-report contains some more fancy words.
Zhang San raised his head and glanced at the sky. Although Shanyue City is famous for the bright moon hanging high in the green mountains outside the city, it is difficult to see the moonlight in broad daylight.
"That's what the real person said."
Zhang Samai nodded in agreement with his conscience - his name is on the list anyway, so that's not bad.
"But I suggest you not to come." Chen Qingshan sighed and said.
Zhang San was stunned, sat on the small bench in front of the stove, and asked, "Why?"
"Your wife came here yesterday and said that I was a little bitch who seduces other men. She even slapped me."
Chen Qingshan said calmly, tilting his head slightly, but there was a palm mark on his face that had become much lighter.
Zhang San's expression froze, and his originally smiling face suddenly became filled with fear.
"Real person...I..."
Chen Qingshan didn't care, and said calmly: "You don't have to worry about anything. Although I, Chen Qingshan, have a bad reputation in the practice world, I won't care about anything with the world. Moreover, I do have some problems with this matter - I have caused some problems." If a man doesn't come home and hangs out all day long, it's probably something wrong with me."
Zhang San opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
Chen Qingshan looked at him and said lightly: "Do you have a son?"
Zhang San was stunned, shook his head and said, "No, I have a daughter."
Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows and his expression became strange. He frowned at Zhang San and said, "What do you want to do?"
Zhang San probably realized something, and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "How dare I think of such lofty things? I just wanted to let a real person take a look and see if she can..."
Zhang San probably didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Shanyue City is not Nanyi City.
The old drunkard's Xuanxuyuan has not yet opened here.
Although there are some children from rich families in the world who would travel across mountains and ridges to send people to Xuanxuyuan to try their luck, Zhang San is obviously not a rich person.
If you don't go to Xuanxuyuan, you can only wait until your talent is so good that someone comes and takes it away.
For example, there was once a young boy who caught butterflies in the field and was taken to the temple.
Or try your luck at those small spiritual places.
Although the current world is not so enthusiastic about spiritual practice, there is still a lot of yearning after all.
Zhang San naturally had this idea.
Chen Qingshan looked at this person quietly for a long time, then drank the bowl of warm wine in his hand and closed his eyes again.
"Bring her over and have a look."
Zhang San lay on the ground ecstatically, kowtowing crazily.
"Thank you little saint, thank you true god."
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "I can say this, but you can't."
Zhang San was stunned for a moment, looked up at Chen Qingshan and asked: "Why?"
Chen Qingshan smiled slightly.
"Because I really am not."
Zhang San didn't understand what this meant, but he didn't care about it at the moment. He just stood up and said respectfully: "Then I will bring her over now."
"Um."
Shanyuecheng didn't come home day after day, causing his wife to come to the door and slap the young Daozhixiu of Shanheguan. He walked out happily despite the wind and snow.
After Zhang San left, Chen Qingshan opened his eyes, tilted his head and looked at the snow in the yard with a strange expression, and said to himself: "Chen Qingshan, Chen Qingshan, what were you thinking about just now? "
Maybe he himself didn't know why he thought of it at that time.
Zhang San came and went in a hurry.
Before those footprints could be covered with much snow, Zhang San opened the courtyard door again.
Few people know that the somewhat short-sighted Shanheguan Taoist Chen Qingshan squinted his eyes and looked behind Zhang San.
She is a very ordinary little girl in the world - just like an ordinary human being.
Dong Xueli was very bulky and followed Zhang San timidly. Zhang San probably told him Chen Qingshan's identity when he came here, so he leaned against the door uneasily and stood with his hands hanging down. over there.
Chen Qingshan watched quietly, and then said softly: "Come back to Guanli with me after the new year."
Zhang San opened his eyes wide, and for a moment he didn't know what this meant.
Chen Qingshan closed his eyes.
In fact, maybe the first idea is also possible.
The courtyard is full of wind and snow.
It's just that no one knows.
...
There is already a holiday in the courtyard.
The whole courtyard is quiet.
Yun Hu was sitting quietly on the listening platform. He had already entered the Taoism and was quietly looking at the bamboo and snow at night on earth. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
I just didn't know what I saw, so I was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the figure in Zhujian with confusion.
"You haven't left yet?"
A girl from Zhuxue walked over quietly, looked up at Yun Huzizi on the stage, nodded, and said softly: "Yes, sir."
Although this year's spring exam was postponed, it was still held in May after the story of Nanyi City ended.
Maybe because he played too many cards, or maybe he had some thoughts, Hang Yue did very poorly in the exam, and he may only be able to go to the world and be a small town gentleman in the future.
After the spring exam, I never saw this troubled girl in the courtyard again.
Yunhu didn't know that she had always thought that she had left Nanyi City.
I just didn't expect that she would suddenly come here today.
"Have you been in Nanyi City these days?"
Hang Yue shook his head, walked slowly over the bamboo leaves and snow, stopped at the edge of the trail, and said softly: "I'm going back, but..."
Yunhu probably understood something.
Just thinking that maybe Chen He is back.
So I wanted to come and have a look.
After quietly looking at the girl under the bamboo for a long time, Yun Hu said slowly, "Chen He has indeed never come back. If you want to find him, you might want to go outside more often."
The outside is naturally not outside Xuanxuyuan, but the human world.
The girl looked down at the sparse snow and dense fallen leaves on the ground - it was a holiday in the courtyard, and no one came to sweep the ground. The bamboo leaves fell layer after layer on the ground. Winter snow will melt, but bamboo leaves will not, so there are more and more.
Bamboo leaves and snow are probably like accumulated thoughts and many things that are about to be gradually forgotten.
Hang Yue and Chen He are naturally not thousands of piles of snow and long streets.
Nor would it be a certain letter and the postman.
Probably, it's like a glimpse of a cloud shadow accidentally falling in the middle of the lake.
It’s just who is Yunying and who is Pinghu.
Naturally, no one outside the story would know.
Hang Yue looked down for a long time, then raised his head, smiled softly, and said: "Going to the human world to find it is of course a very romantic, brilliant and beautiful thing. But the human world is really big, sir. A person like him who is idle and wild, As I walked, I probably disappeared, so how can I find him?"
Yun Huzi stood on the balcony and sighed.
"And if he is really found, will he be willing to stop because of me, and will I be willing to wander around the world because of him?" The girl Hang Yue still chuckled softly, raised her hands and folded them A strand of hair hanging down by the ear. "So there are many things that are impossible to know and are full of fog. Maybe through those fogs, there are infinitely beautiful stories. Maybe not. Maybe they are stories that disappear all the longings for when I was young in the increasingly trivial life. .”
"So, I probably won't go looking for it." The girl said softly.
Let the stories of my youth be left to the past.
Life is naturally filled with regrets.
Yunhu didn't know what to say.
I just watched the girl wait quietly for a long time under the moonlight, bamboo and snow, and then quietly turned around and left when the wind blowing through the bamboo forest blew her clothes.
Naturally, Chen He would not know what stories related to him had happened in the two snows on this bamboo forest trail.
only.
.......
But the bright moon was there at that time.
Once returned home according to the colorful clouds.
