Qiu Shui stood quietly by the river.
The dusk was slowly fading.
Some nights are coming.
Some nights have passed.
"This stone slab was left by Cong Ren." Cong Xin held Qiu Shui's hand and said softly.
This bluestone slab naturally comes from thousands of years ago.
Just like some of the past left in the world.
Waiting for someone who will eventually fall off the cliff, standing there quietly remembering the person back then.
Cong Ren and his senior brothers had been watching there blankly.
Watching the person he could never defeat end his life in such a hasty and careless way.
So probably from that time on, he got rid of a lot of things.
No more thinking about meaning all day long.
If you live in the world, live well in the world.
It's just that this stone slab left by Cong Ren cannot stay in the world forever.
There are always some stories that will be forgotten over the years - when those who still remember them all go to the River Styx.
Those things cease to exist.
It's just an old slate, just like Hu Lu thought, pry it out and replace it with a new one in the future.
"Thank you."
Qiu Shui's sadness had gradually dissipated in the dusk, so he just whispered, and then looked at the two people standing in the dusk in the distance.
The Prime Minister and Yun Hu don't know.
Qiu Shui looked at the two of them, nodded slightly, and said nothing.
It wasn't until the two left that Qiu Shui looked back at Xiao Cong Xin beside him.
"Who is the other peach blossom for?"
Cong Xin said softly: "Help me bring laughter to Cong Zhong, he likes peach blossoms very much."
Of course Cong Xin knew very well that that person had been waiting for a thousand years and had not come back yet, so naturally he would not come back again.
No matter how much snow it snows, it won't come back.
Qiu Shui took the peach blossom, put it in her arms very carefully, and said, "Okay."
"Also, if we can really see him under the River Styx." Cong Xin raised his face and looked at the dusk of the world, "Remember to ask that bastard, if the peach blossoms in the dusk of the world are so beautiful, will he really not come back to see it? ?”
Qiu Shui whispered: "I will."
"So Xiao Qiushui..." Cong Xin looked at the woman in orange dress, let go of her hand, and walked in the direction from where she came. Then she stopped and stood on the twilight long street of Nanyi River. He turned around and raised his hand to wave.
"goodbye."
Qiu Shui said softly: "Goodbye, Xiao Congxin."
So the north and south of the long street left each other.
...
"Xiao Congxin, what did you do just now? Oh, you were playing Jiutong. Senior brother, are you sleepwalking?"
"Nothing, I just went out for a walk."
"It's time to go out for a walk."
"Um."
.......
Qiu Shui passed through Nanyi City with his sword and two peach blossoms and appeared at the edge of Daze.
In the dusk, a scholar was waiting at the foot of the green hills that had resurfaced.
The two stopped at the foot of Zebian Mountain, looked at each other quietly for a long time, and then each bowed.
"Song Yu, the minister of ancient Chu, met the cliff master."
"Nantuo Qiushui, I have met Mr. Ziyuan."
Naturally, the two should not know each other.
One is a person from ancient Chu who lived for more than two thousand years, and the other is a person who was born in Mojian Cliff only a thousand years ago.
However, the moment the two met each other standing on the edge of the river, the ancient rituals and sword rituals were like the accidental intersection of the upstream and downstream in the vast river of time in the dusk of today's human world.
Not heroic.
But with emotion.
Zi Yuan smiled slightly, took a step aside, stretched out his hand and said, "Please."
"good."
Qiushui held his sword and stepped onto this ancient green mountain that had disappeared from the world for more than two thousand years.
Overcome the miasma that separates the two sides of the world.
It is Wushan.
Stepping into the green mountains, the fog dissipated on its own, and there was no snow in the mountains. Just like when it appeared in early March, the eyes were full of green and the sky was full of light.
Ziyuan smiled slightly and followed Qiu Shui, heading deep into Wushan together.
Qiu Shui walked for a long time and then said slowly: "Will this green mountain disappear from the world in the future?"
The scholar behind him said softly: "Zi Yuan doesn't know."
"Now that everything has come out again, it's better not to sink. Although Yunmeng Daze is magnificent, it has isolated these two lands for thousands of years. Even if the world is unified now, the two lands will still be separated and each will become a country."
Qiu Shui said calmly.
Ziyuan did not speak, but followed quietly with his hands lowered.
"Mr. Ziyuan's ancestors should also be from Huai'an."
"It's just people from the other side of Daze, not people from Huai'an."
Zi Yuan actually smiled.
The word Huaian comes from the time of the Ghost Emperor of Huaian.
Before the Ghost Emperor, the land in the north of Daze was naturally never called Huaian.
"Yes." Qiu Shui said lightly, "But whether you are from Huai'an or not, after all, this human world should not be separated. The ancient Wu Mountain sank, and the world was powerless, so we looked at each other across the river. , and thus became two places. Nowadays, it is rare to appear in the world, so staying in the world is not a bad thing. "
Zi Yuan said softly: "That's true, but this matter is not something Zi Yuan can decide."
Qiu Shui stopped and turned around to look at the scholar who was receiving him with the courtesy of serving a king.
"Sir, can you really not decide?"
Scholars are naturally scholars.
However, the power of the Styx in the body of a dead person, a person so powerful that it once frightened fortune tellers, was naturally not just a scholar.
Ziyuan stood there quietly for a long time, then he folded his hands and sighed: "The cliff master is making things difficult for Ziyuan. Ziyuan doesn't want to abandon the King of Chu, nor his teacher, nor the goddess. In the three difficult situations, I hope the owner of the cliff will forgive me."
Qiu Shui quietly looked at the scholar in front of him who was shaking his head with a wry smile, then turned back, quietly stepping on the fallen leaves on the mountain, and walked forward.
"Yes, although Mr. Ziyuan is still in the world, he is no longer a human being."
Zi Yuan listened to Qiu Shui's words and just smiled softly. He turned his head and looked across the green mountains, looking towards the faint yellow mountains.
The world has never known that just like Qifengling was once called Xifeng Ridge, in fact, a long time ago, the Youhuang Mountains should have been called the Youpan Mountains.
Its meaning is faint.
I was terrified.
I was terrified.
Ziyuan shook his head and smiled.
It has fallen into the night in the world, but the twilight has never fallen, quietly shining on this green mountain in the world.
Just like the dusk that never falls among the maple leaves on the bank of autumn water.
"Master Cliff, don't talk about the world." Zi Yuan said softly, "The word world is too heavy. It always reminds Zi Yuan of stories from many years ago."
Qiu Shui said slowly: "What was the story so many years ago?"
Zi Yuan said softly: "It's not a beautiful story."
Of course it's not a beautiful story.
In that story, before the great road, the civilization of ghosts and gods that once dominated the human world fell apart, and the ancient country that had been protected by the Wuguishen Cult for a long time fell under the iron cavalry armor of a man named Gongzi Zhiqiu in the north.
The world still cannot understand it.
How such a vast era of gods and ghosts was disintegrated from the inside out by the King of Chu, until everything was destroyed.
Qiu Shui was inexplicably emotional.
Ziyuan looked at the white-haired woman with a peach blossom in front of him, and said softly: "Why is the cliff master sighing?"
Qiu Shui said softly: "I hate that I was born too early, and I also hate that I was born too late."
Back then at the Jingsi Lake in Nanyi City, Cong Ren had said similar words to Cao Weiying.
Probably people born in this era are always prone to feel that way.
"Why?"
"I was born too late, and I didn't get to see the era that was drifting away in the long river. I was born too early, and I was trapped all my life, and I couldn't see the way out for the world."
"The Cliff Master is taller than everyone in the world, so naturally he doesn't necessarily need to see that era."
"The one that is higher than everything in the world in the past and present is Mojian Cliff, not me, Qiushui."
Qiu Shui spoke very calmly, very indifferently, and very sincerely.
"Just like the world is at peace, it's not because I stepped off the cliff."
Zi Yuan's eyes fell on the long sword in Qiu Shui's hand that had its end pierced into the white hair.
"It's because I came down with a sword."
Qiu Shui looked up at the clouds in the sky above the green mountains and said softly, "If I were a madman, the world might really be afraid of me, but unfortunately I am not. I am sober and look at everyone in the world with indifference, so the world will respect me." me, and will not be afraid of me.”
Zi Yuan said softly: "It is much harder to make the world respect you than to make the world fear you."
Qiu Shui lowered his head and said slowly: "But on a high cliff, this is a very simple matter."
"Cliff Master thinks it's easy just because Cliff Master has done it."
Zi Yuan said softly: "During the days when I returned to the human world, I listened to the stories of the human world for a long time, so I naturally understood what it meant to sit on that high cliff. I am in a high position and in charge of a divine weapon, but I can care about the world. "Liu, there are only a few people in the world who can do it - so Ziyuan is willing to treat him with the courtesy of serving the king."
Qiushui walked quietly, stopped by one of the countless long rivers in the mountains, and then looked back at the scholar behind him who always lowered his hands in front of him.
"Sir, are you willing to go up the cliff?"
Zi Yuan smiled softly and said: "It is difficult for Zi Yuan to take on a big responsibility, not to mention that Zi Yuan is a native of Styx. I don't know when he will return to Styx."
Qiu Shui didn't feel sorry at all, but said softly: "Yes."
"And if Ziyuan agrees to this sentence, I'm afraid he will return to the Styx."
Qiu Shui still just said softly: "Yes, how could anyone want to go to a lonely and lonely place like Gaoya?"
People who want to be a cliff master naturally cannot be a cliff master.
Regardless of whether he harbors desires or longs to guard the world devoutly, he cannot be a cliff master.
With desire in mind, one desires to use the power of a cliff to drive changes in the world in order to satisfy one's own selfish desires.
People who are devout to the world cannot see the turmoil in the world, so they will bring greater turmoil to the world.
This is a lesson that has been learned for thousands of years.
There are only those who have a heart as gray as ashes and a body as a dead wood.
Only then can he ignore everything in the world and sit indifferently on the high cliff, guarding this invisible sword in the world.
Autumn water is like this.
So the world has been stable for thousands of years.
The two walked quietly along the river in the mountains.
Maybe walking like the rest of the world.
But much faster than the world.
The night may not have fallen on earth yet.
When the autumn water reaches the place where the skylight flows, looking at the world from a distance, you can still see the long dark night beyond the twilight.
There are sparse and fine lights in the night. That is the vast and distant human world, where people gather one after another.
The settlements are sparse, but the lights in the settlements are dense and prosperous.
The human world has reproduced for countless generations in this night.
Perhaps far beyond those days of gods and ghosts.
The autumn water is quietly alienated, but it also contains deep nostalgia and love. I look at the human world that looks like another distant galaxy under the endless night. I look at it for a long time, and then step by step through those ancient and gorgeous jade steps, and climb to the high platform. And go.
On the high platform, there is flowing skylight and twilight pouring in. Such an ancient tree still stays on the high platform.
It's just that the person who woke up here has already passed to the world.
Qiu Shui held his sword and walked to the foot of the tree on the high platform, quietly looking at the huge ancient tree. In the twilight of the sky, everything flowed down from the gaps in the branches, and then spread towards the mountain.
"How long has it been today?"
Zi Yuan, who stopped at the edge of the platform behind him, said softly: "It's the twenty-second day."
Qiu Shui sighed softly and said, "Yes, it's the twenty-second day, and I don't have much time left."
Ziyuan stood not far away and looked quietly at the woman in orange with a peach blossom in her white hair.
"Let Yao Ji come here to see me."
Qiu Shui said calmly.
There was less emotion in the words and more indifference.
This is a completely different attitude from Zi Yuan when talking to those in the human world.
Yao Ji is not a human being, but a god and ghost. She was once the goddess of Wushan, the righteous deity of ancient Chu, and now the ghost of Huangliang Mountain.
Humans and gods have been alienated for thousands of years.
Zi Yuan said softly: "Okay."
The scholar turned and left. Under the ancient trees that were as lush as the night on the high platform, there was only a woman whose days were gone. She looked up through the gaps in the ancient trees and looked at the sky quietly.
There is night, twilight, and bright skylight.
Everything converges there, but only a little bit falls down and can be seen by the world.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu had already left the false capital, carrying a scabbard on his back and wearing that very sloppy white clothes, walking quietly on a certain path.
The white clothes might have looked good before, but they turned blood-red, like red plums, but over time, they turned into black stains.
Stains are naturally a no-no.
Zhang Xiaoyu sometimes thought of washing it.
I just don't know why, but now he often just stops thinking about such thoughts.
So the stains on those white clothes were allowed to get deeper and deeper, like some scrawled patterns.
If it was Zhang Xiaoyu back then, he would naturally not be like this.
If you go out to play cards and get stained by oil, no matter how sleepy you are when you come back, you have to wash your white clothes so that you can go out and hang out cleanly the next day.
But Zhang Xiaoyu won’t wash it now.
When was the last time he washed his white clothes?
After the battle in Nanyi City, jump into Jingsi Lake?
Or on the way to the East China Sea with the sword on my back, by a stream at the foot of the mountain?
Or was Chen Qingshan buried in the snowy stream under the cliff?
Zhang Xiaoyu himself didn’t know.
Anyway, those are no longer important.
This young man in white, who was very good at practicing Taoism and learning swordsmanship, just thought calmly.
It's no longer important anyway.
He raised his hand and touched his chest.
There was something bulging there, and there was a package stuffed inside.
Hidden under a deeper layer of Taoist robes.
It’s not that I’m afraid of being snatched away.
In this big world, there probably aren't many people who can snatch Zhang Xiaoyu's things.
Not to mention in a place like Huangliang.
I'm just afraid that I might accidentally get it dirty.
What if a dog gnaws its shit along the way?
Zhang Xiaoyu thought so.
Although the boss lady gave him a good package, Zhang Xiaoyu was still a little worried.
Leaving the false capital is the territory of Yaofeng.
In fact, Zhang Xiaoyu could go directly from Baihe to Yaofeng at that time.
Both places belong to the west of Huangliang, at the foot of the Youhuang Mountains.
But probably because the world is peaceful and idle, an old acquaintance happened to be in the false capital, so he took a detour to the false capital and left a sword there.
After taking a detour, when we arrived at Yaofeng, we were naturally much late.
But it doesn't matter.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought calmly.
I just came over to take a look.
Qinse Valley is so famous in the world, so you have to come and see it.
There is some light snow in the mountains.
But a little further forward, maybe not.
After passing Yaofeng, you will find the three cities of Nanchu.
It is rare to see snow there, it is even more difficult than seeing the main road in the world.
Therefore, Xiaoxue's trail was very slippery, and it was indeed not impossible for Zhang Xiaoyu to think that he would be beaten to death.
Walk all the way across the mountains and forests.
But gradually I heard some melodious sounds.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know whether it was the mountain breeze, the stream breeze, or maybe just the snow breeze.
The mountain breeze is like a piano and the stream breeze is like a harp, so what does the snowy wind look like?
Zhang Xiaoyu thought curiously.
It was a pity that he couldn't hear it, so he walked quietly on the mountain path.
It wasn't until the night was crumbling and a faint orange light appeared on the horizon that Zhang Xiaoyu finally walked out of the mountain trail.
In front of me is a mountain path paved with old blue stones.
There are some small towns at the end of the trail. In the faint morning light, they look like many black leaves, scattered in a line outside the mountains.
There are some strange small valley-like musical instruments hanging under the green eaves in the town, swaying slightly in the wind, and from time to time there are waves of melodious and soothing sounds.
Across the town, in a very distant place, there are some scattered peaks lying in the light snow.
Green peaks are surrounded by snow, and there is a valley quietly nestled among those green mountains.
The mountain breeze is like a piano, and the stream breeze is like a harp.
The morning breeze is sparse and the evening breeze is distant.
Zhang Xiaoyu finally understood what was hanging from the eaves of the houses in those towns.
It is an instrument made based on the Qinse Valley, which is formed by heaven and earth.
Probably no one in the world can blow that kind of sound. Only when it is hung under the eaves and allowed to be blown away by the morning wind and dusk rain in the world can those hundreds of sounds of heaven and earth be heard.
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly and looked at the valley in the light snow far away from the town, and then sat down on the stone steps going down.
The distant wind blows the Qinse Valley under the eaves of the town, and also blows the Qinse Valley under the distant mountains.
The fine snow in the human world is full of the sound of harp and harp.
Like.
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and thought.
It's like the snowy wind in the mountain stream blowing an ancient tree full of musical notes.
So those notes were like colorful leaves, falling to the world one after another.
if......
If anything, Zhang Xiaoyu did not continue to think about it.
I just feel that such a place is probably really suitable for spending a lifetime.
So where is that soft woman wearing a blue and white skirt now?
