On the high platform of the main peak of Wushan Mountain, the night sky and twilight still hang quietly above the ancient trees.
Yao Ji came as promised.
She has been wearing the floral socks and cloth shoes given to her by a woman named Li Qinghua in this world for a long time.
When she held an umbrella and walked up to the high platform step by step, the little socks under her black dress were looming, as if some flowers had bloomed occasionally.
So there was always some melancholy, so I stood on the edge of the high platform and looked melancholy towards a small town in the south.
There is a reunion there where we will never meet again.
The Jianya woman with a peach blossom in her white hair was still holding her sword quietly and standing on the other side of the high platform, standing under the tree and watching the falling skylight.
Yao Ji looked at the human world for a long time without turning around. She just continued to face the direction of Huangliang and said in a soft voice: "You people from the north always seem to like to meet at high places."
Qiu Shui stood under the old tree with his sword in his hand and said calmly: "Because the scenery at high places is good, you can see the world and the mountains and rivers. If the wind blows, you will feel relaxed and happy, so you will eliminate a lot of boredom and talk about things." You will become calmer."
Yao Ji said thoughtfully: "So that's it."
"Actually, it's more than just that." Qiu Shui said lightly, "The high place is far away from the human world. If everything really can't be agreed upon and some action is needed, the harm to the human world can be minimized."
"Like that high cliff in the East China Sea?"
"It's like this high platform in Wushan."
So even though Qiu Shui knew that Yao Ji was in Huangliang's false capital, he still chose to see Yao Ji in this vast swamp.
Yao Ji held an umbrella and stood quietly on the edge of the high platform.
Under the high platform, there was a scholar holding a scroll, leaning against a rock, quietly looking at the world beyond the clouds, fog, sky and light, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long time, Yao Ji smiled softly, raised a hand, and said in a gentle tone: "Does the cliff master really dare to draw the sword?"
This ancient goddess in the human world has always been gentle, but as the words fell, the human Styx flowing in the Youhuang Mountains suddenly surged, and the mighty power of the Styx surged towards the high platform, like Like thousands of flowing clouds, they flow in the twilight of the sky.
Qiu Shui just quietly held the end of the handle diagonally and submerged it into the white hair, like a simple sword piercing the clouds.
"The sword is in my hand. Goddess, it's better not to bet on such a thing."
Yao Ji looked at the power of the Styx flowing around her fingertips, and her tone finally took on a cold tone.
"What if I want to try it?"
The light of the world finally stagnated in these words, the dusk clouds no longer relaxed, and the night grew old hastily.
Qiu Shui also said calmly: "Okay."
A good word for a swordsman in the world will always be a unique word in the world.
When this good word falls on the high platform.
The white-haired woman with peach blossoms in her hair also placed her thumb on the sword grid, as if she would pull this ancient sword out of its scabbard at any time.
Yao Ji laughed softly as she listened to the subtle voice coming from the other end of the high platform behind her.
"Logically speaking, if the cliff master is like this, he can be considered to be involved in human affairs."
Qiu Shui said calmly: "I am Nantuo Great Demon Qiu Shui, not Mojian Ya Qiu Shui. The goddess needs to know this."
Yao Ji fell silent and looked across the vast world to the land in the extreme south of Huangliang where twilight hung forever.
There is no wind or snow there, and autumn is the best of the year in the world.
"not to mention....."
Qiu Shui calmly held the sword upside down, with the end of the scabbard flush with the peach blossom. Although the sword was not unsheathed, when the scabbard was turned upside down, the power of the Styx that surrounded the entire high platform like flowing clouds was completely shattered, and the clouds flew into the sky, but the endless chill in the power of the Styx was It turned into a snowstorm and fell to the world.
"The matter with the goddess may not be regarded as a human matter, so no matter from which point of view, Qiu Shui always has a reason to ask something."
"what?"
Qiu Shui quietly looked at the snowflakes that were gradually condensing at dusk, and said calmly: "When the goddess comes back to the world, does she want to benefit the world, or do she want to be a god for herself?"
The scholar in the distance suddenly raised his head and looked up at the woman in black dress who was always quietly looking at the world on the high platform.
Yao Ji said softly: "Cliff Master thinks these two are in conflict?"
Qiu Shui said calmly: "If it were more than two thousand years ago, and the age of gods and ghosts in the south had not yet collapsed, the two would naturally not conflict. The people of the world were weak at that time, living under the gods and ghosts, and surviving between heaven and earth. Of course there is nothing wrong with it, but the goddess needs to understand something."
Qiu Shui looked at the human world quietly, the peaceful people, the vast human world, and spoke word by word.
"The human world will always be the human world of the world."
Qiu Shui is naturally not Liu Sanyue. He needs to look up to the resurrected woman on the ancient tree and try to analyze many things to prove his right or wrong.
Qiu Shui is not a prime minister either. When scholars talk about indignation, they are more likely to curse than most people in the world.
Autumn water is just autumn water.
Just a swordsman.
Whether he was once a human or later transformed into a demon.
They are all just sword cultivators.
Sword cultivators don't need to reason.
The sword is in the hand.
So Qiu Shui said those twelve short words very calmly, but they were more powerful than any argument.
Yao Ji stood quietly under the umbrella and said softly: "Why not try again?"
Qiu Shui said slowly: "Of course you can try again. Otherwise, the world will not let you step through the wind and snow and head south."
There was silence on the high platform, and the two women who had always faced each other in the dusk sky finally turned around.
It's autumn water.
This woman, whose time in the world was running out, quietly looked at the goddess in black standing on the edge of the high platform holding an umbrella.
There is naturally twilight and night on the high platform.
"Kyoto can be given to you. If you don't like it, you can stay in this Wushan Mountain, or you can go elsewhere in the world to find a place you like and build your kingdom of God."
Qiu Shui said calmly.
"But if you want the human world, this is impossible."
Yao Ji turned back.
The night and twilight finally merged on the high platform.
Yao Ji quietly looked at the woman with white hair and orange clothes under the tree, and then her eyes fell on her eyes, but she also exclaimed.
"What a spring of autumn water."
Qiu Shui said calmly: "The goddess is ridiculous."
Yao Ji held her umbrella and walked slowly towards the autumn water. The evening wind carried the fallen leaves from the high platform and flew on the side of the black skirt.
"Actually, I don't like the human world." Yao Ji walked slowly and said softly. "This recovery is not what I want."
Yao Ji walked all the way and stopped in front of Qiu Shui before she finished her words. The two stood quietly in the twilight of the sky under the ancient tree.
"Have you ever seen the Kingdom of God collapse?" Yao Ji looked at the woman in front of her and asked slowly.
Qiu Shui frowned slightly, looked at the person in front of him, and said calmly: "No."
Yao Ji smiled softly and said, "I have seen it."
The ghost in the black dress turned to look at the yellow mountains shrouded in wind and snow in the human world.
"Under the River Styx, we also call it the human world."
"In that human world, the river of rebirth carries everything back from top to bottom. For thousands of years, no one can avoid it, even in the vast kingdom of God that has supported an era. , all the gods also slumped and died in the afterglow of the decline of the kingdom of God.”
Yao Ji turned back and looked at Qiu Shui sadly.
“But what is more indestructible than the power of time is the cage that imprisons everything—we call it the human world, and we also call it a cage.”
Qiu Shui stood quietly in the dusk, listening to the man in front of him who had returned from the River Styx, telling a story that the world had never heard.
"I know what you are thinking." Yao Ji stood under the umbrella, stretched out a hand, and lovingly brushed a strand of white hair by Qiu Shui's ear, and said softly. "But my dear people."
"This is something that cannot be broken away from."
Autumn water is born on high cliffs, and it is also born in autumn rivers.
Maybe Yao Ji can indeed be called a subject.
Yao Ji let go of her hand and stood calmly in front of Qiu Shui. Looking at the long sword held upside down behind her, she said extremely calmly and indifferently: "That's why I don't want a decadent and useless kingdom to become a god for myself." , have mercy on the world, and let the world return to the blessing of the gods, is the only choice - and also my choice."
The woman in the black dress turned around, held an umbrella, and walked calmly toward the bottom of the high platform.
"Now you may draw your sword."
...
Cao Weiying squatted at the entrance of the town very melancholy, talking to herself sadly with the old dog who only slept.
"Although sometimes if you let people have more choices, you can see more possibilities."
Cao Weiying sighed and said sadly while drinking wine.
"But it's also easy to fall into a dilemma. Are you right, Mr. Mayor?"
The old dog just raised his eyelids and glanced at Cao Weiying, then lowered his head and lay listlessly on his front paws.
"Would you like to drink? It's too boring for me to drink alone."
Cao Weiying handed the wine gourd in her hand to the old dog in front of her.
It's a pity that the old dog ignored him and just changed the direction and continued to lie down.
Cao Weiying melancholy persuaded him to drink wine for a long time, but it had no effect, so he stood up with a sigh.
"Whoever abandons me will not be able to keep yesterday's day. Whoever messes with my heart will be troubled today. I have a headache, a headache, so it is better to go by boat."
Cao Weiying stepped on the fine snow in the sky, crossed the sea of flowers, and walked under the peach tree. She looked up at the sky of spring snow on earth and remained silent for a long time. Then she raised her head and drank half a gourd of wine, carrying a full bottle of wine. Despite the wind and snow, I stepped on the boat and went with the current.
As the saying goes, if life is unsatisfactory in the world, it will ruin the boat in the Ming Dynasty.
Of course it's just snow.
The color of snow on the top of the human mountain is still unfinished.
...
The road to the blue sky is where the mountain folk songs live.
The Qingtian Taoist teacher in the White Wind and Rain era stood quietly on the small bridge in the Xixue Lake.
The only thing that is different between today and that day is that he is the only one here today.
There is fine snow in a lake, and the white heads are independent.
"The cliff master should be seeing a mountain ghost."
The teacher uncle said softly.
From the Bamboo Snow House by the lake, Bai Yuyao's weak voice came.
"nothing."
Although he said nothing happened, there was a sound of coughing in the hut.
The teacher was silent for a while and said, "Have you just had a glimpse of the fate of the world?"
The voice in the room came out softly: "Yes."
"What did the viewer see?"
Uncle Teacher asked in a low voice.
The bamboo house was silent for a long time.
As a result, Uncle Qingtian Taoist, standing in the fine snow, had increasingly white hair.
Even though he is an old man in the human world, countless fears still flashed through the heart of this old Taoist from Qingtian Dao.
"My Qiankun hexagram skills are not as good as those of my senior brother." Bai Yuyao's voice finally sounded slowly, "So I don't see much."
The old Taoist was silent.
"I only saw Lingnan, and there was a young man heading towards Nanyi City."
The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course, it doesn't matter what kind of young man in Lingnan he wants to go to.
The important thing is that there is a young man walking on the road to Nanyi City when there is nothing wrong in the world.
The people on the cliff went to meet the people in the swamp. This was naturally news that the world had no way of knowing.
However, the entire world may not know.
This is the most precarious situation in the world in thousands of years.
A sword like that has only been unsheathed twice.
Once in the sky, and once in the East China Sea, which is 490,000 miles away.
No one dares to bet anything.
The two women who are still in the world will eventually meet.
Bai Yuyao was still coughing in the middle of Shanyao. The fate entangled under that sword was far more serious than the consequences of peeking into Yunmengze's fate.
Uncle Qingtian Taoist sighed and looked at the bamboo house by the lake, and said softly: "Watcher, please take care of yourself."
The woman in the bamboo house just kept coughing.
The old Taoist stood for a long time, then turned around and left along the small bridge over the lake. Halfway there, some sounds came from the bamboo house again.
“I’ll go there after the New Year and there’s one door missing.”
The old Taoist stopped and looked back at the bamboo house in the snow with confusion.
"What to do?"
"Ask my senior brother if there are many more variables in the fate of the people under the umbrella."
The old Taoist didn't know what the person under the umbrella was, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just bowed and said, "According to what the temple master said."
"Chen Huaifeng is in the mountains?"
"Do you want to see him?"
"No, just asking."
The old Taoist thought for a while and said, "I'm probably going down the mountain to have tea with someone."
A chuckle came from the bamboo snow hut.
"He is a rare and wonderful person in the Sword Sect. I will send you some wolfberry tea later."
"Okay, Master."
...
The music Le Chaotian played today was a little weird.
It’s not that the playing is inconsistent with the situation, but that there are many fallacies.
Although Nan Dao can't play music, he has been listening to the music for several months and is somewhat familiar with the sounds.
It's just that Le Chaotian was sitting in the building and the song hadn't finished yet. Nan Dao had already turned around dozens of times.
Although it's not that the song is wrong, Nanlang Gu.
But precisely because of this, it is enough to explain the difference in Le Chaotian's state today.
Le Chaotian probably realized something was wrong. He sighed, pushed Qin away from him, stood up, and lay on the guardrail watching the snowstorm that was gradually coming up again.
Nan Dao put down the wine bottle in his hand and looked at Le Chaotian at the other end of the corridor of the small building strangely.
"Junior brother, what happened today?"
Le Chaotian tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I feel a little restless, maybe because I haven't slept well recently."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "If I remember correctly, junior brother has been sleeping every day recently and rarely wakes up."
"Senior brother thought I was sleeping, but actually I was wandering around the world, walking with a sword."
"Then what did Junior Brother gain?"
"No."
Nan Dao then understood that he was probably in a dream.
Le Chaotian sighed and lay there for a long time, and then said: "Forget it, I have wine today and I will be drunk today. I will be worried tomorrow and I will be worried tomorrow. Senior brother, give me some wine."
Wine is naturally the best thing in the world.
Nan Dao pushed the wine bottle on the corridor, and Le Chaotian held down the wine bottle that slid over. Instead of holding the wine bottle to drink as gracefully as before, he spread his fingers and grabbed it directly. Then he raised his head and brought it to his lips and took a big sip.
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian today strangely, wondering what happened to make him look so weird.
Le Chaotian put down the wine bottle and raised his hand to wipe the drink from his lips.
Then he turned his head and looked down the canyon.
"By the way, why didn't those two little boys come up to play today?"
Nan Dao smiled and said, "Junior brother misses them after not seeing each other for a day?"
Le Chaotian turned the wine bottle beside him and said, "It's not because you are too boring, senior brother."
Nan Dao laughed softly but didn't say anything.
As for Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan.
Probably before the Chinese New Year, it would be difficult to see the two of them.
After all, he secretly did some bad things and felt a little guilty. Lu Xiaosan was okay. He was laughing and joking all day long, so maybe nothing would be noticed.
The same can't be said for Lu Xiaoer. After all, he always puts on the airs of a swordsman on weekdays, and suddenly looks weird, which always makes people suspect that there is something wrong in his heart.
So Lu Xiaosan was hanging around in the Sword Sect with the little native dog named Lu Xiaoxiao, while Lu Xiaoer was hiding anxiously under the Xiaobai Waterfall, practicing his sword absentmindedly.
Le Chaotian sighed for a long time, then lay down on the railing, looked at Nan Dao who was sitting there with a sword across his knees, thought for a while, and said, "Senior brother."
"Um?"
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at Le Chaotian doubtfully.
"Suppose you have a sword in your hand. If you draw the sword, you can kill evil people, but it will cause the destruction of human beings. Will you draw it?"
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, looking at the umbrella in his hand quietly, and then said softly: "I don't know."
Le Chaotian leaned on the railing and said, "It's just a hypothesis. If you have a sword, you can think boldly..."
Nan Dao said calmly: "I don't have to think boldly."
Le Chaotian looked at the young man in the corridor. The young man's eyes fell on the umbrella rib, so Le Chaotian's eyes also fell on it.
There was wind and snow inside and outside the umbrella.
"Because I do have such a sword in my hand."
Nan Dao said softly: "So I don't know."
People who don't have a sword in their hands can naturally think wildly.
But of course it won’t work if you have a sword in your hand.
If you think about it, it may become your choice in the future.
Nan Dao lowered his head and looked at the swords on his knees. One was called Peach Blossom and the other was called Yingyingzhou.
"So I will try not to let myself fall into that choice."
The story of ten miles of wind and snow outside Nanyi City.
Maybe once is enough.
