Everything returns to the main peak of Wushan Mountain.
Qiu Shui did not draw his sword.
Just let Yao Ji leave this high platform.
Zi Yuan held the scroll and waited for a long time by the rocks below the stage, and then he saw the white-haired woman with peach blossoms in her hair walking down in twilight, standing by the rocks and quietly looking at the clouds and skylight outside the mountain.
"The cliff master has revealed a flaw."
Ziyuan said softly.
Qiu Shui nodded calmly.
"Yes."
All the turning points started when Yao Ji turned around.
And before that.
"I said that the world will only be the world of the world." Qiu Shui held the sword and said slowly, "Start from here."
Start with this sentence.
"The goddess knows that it is absolutely impossible for the cliff master to draw the sword." Ziyuan said with regret, "A person who cares about the world will never ignore the world and pull out this sword without any scruples. , preventing her from accomplishing something.”
"Yes."
Qiu Shui spoke calmly.
"When I sit on the cliff, I can look at nothing and think about nothing, but not when I walk on earth."
Qiu Shui looked up at the highest and deepest parts of the Youhuang Mountains.
"Seeing only the human world but no human beings. I'm not Ji Wuxu. I can't do this."
Ziyuan looked at the woman deeply, then turned his head and said softly, "What is the cliff master going to do next?"
Qiu Shui shook his head and said calmly: "Let her go."
Since Qiu Shui is a flawed person, he will naturally not care about such things anymore.
There are so many things in this world, you can’t force it.
When the two armies confront each other, the people who are truly inseparable are not Qiu Shui and Yao Ji.
Ziyuan sat by the rock and watched the white-haired woman holding the sword and walking away, probably going back to her hometown.
If you don’t return to your homeland, how can you be buried in a foreign land?
Qiu Shui probably never regarded Mojian Cliff as his true hometown.
It's just Nantuo, it's just autumn water, it's just the faint yellow mountains covered with barren black soil on the rocks.
The scholar stood up, followed from a distance, and saw him off.
Until she walked out of this vast swamp and mountains.
Ziyuan stood at the foot of the mountain on the edge of Daze and bowed uprightly.
"Cliff Master, walk slowly."
"Um."
Qiu Shui did not look back, but walked quietly in the world with two peach blossoms, heading south.
Ziyuan stood there for a long time, then turned around, looked at the woman in black dress holding an umbrella who came out of the green mountain, bowed and said softly: "The goddess has not left yet?"
Yao Ji stood quietly beside the green mountain. The twilight gradually disappeared into the world, and the entire swamp once again fell into the pouring skylight.
"Because I was actually betting something."
Yao Ji said softly.
"Although I know that a sword like that may not be pulled out at all." Yao Ji turned to look at Zi Yuan on the edge of Daze and said slowly, "But after all, at that time, I was picked on the edge of the sword by the world. existence above."
Zi Yuan smiled softly and said, "So in fact, the goddess has no confidence in her heart."
"Yes."
Yao Ji slightly opened the hand holding the umbrella.
There is a lot of sweat on the palms.
Ziyuan did not look at Yao Ji again, but turned back. The twilight had disappeared into some December wind and snow.
"What does the goddess want to do next?"
"Do nothing until she leaves the world." Yao Ji said in a calm voice, "You can bet once, but you can't bet a second time. Listening to people tell some stories is different from seeing those stories being narrated before returning. , it will naturally be a different choice.”
Ziyuan quietly looked at the wind and snow at the end of December in the world.
"The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Taiyi Festival." The scholar with handsome features said softly, "Where does the goddess plan to put it?"
When Yao Ji heard this, she became sad, and then said slowly: "Farewell."
Ziyuan also stood on the edge of the wind and snow and sighed.
"Farewell, I haven't heard this name in the world for more than two thousand years."
Maybe sometimes I hear some.
After all, the ancient Chu palace still remains in the fake capital palace.
Yao Ji didn't say anything, she just held her umbrella quietly and walked through Daze, passing by Zi Yuan. It wasn't until she walked out of the Wushan area and stepped into the wind and snow of the world that the woman in black skirt turned back and said quietly Looking at Ziyuan quietly.
"Actually, you shouldn't call me Lady Goddess, Ziyuan."
Yao Ji looked deeply at the scholar-looking man for a long time, then turned around and walked away in the snow with an umbrella.
"You should call me Lord Mountain Ghost like you did back then."
Ziyuan lowered his head quietly and looked at the scroll in his hand. After a long time, he turned around and walked towards Dazezhong.
"Yes, Lord Mountain Ghost."
The mist surged in, covering everything.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu stood silently on the streets of Beizhen in the archway.
The girl in the blue and white skirt south of the archway waited quietly for a long time in the snow while holding on to the wall, then slowly turned and left while holding on to the wall.
The woman from the north has disappeared.
Her eyes were blinded during a struggle in the night in April.
The sword cultivator in white clothes, who also came from the north, stood there silently and blankly. It was clear that it was just Xiaoxue in the world.
But he was full of wind and snow and at a loss.
He raised his hand, held it in the air for a long time, and then put it down.
The sound of piano and sesame still floats slowly in the small town.
The sword cultivator from the north had red eyes. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes and followed without saying a word.
——
Promise me to endure the pain and walk through this town without saying a word.
Go and meet her.
——
Zhang Xiaoyu followed Li Qinghua blankly, watching how she groped for the roots of the wall, passing through the towns covered with light snow bit by bit, leaving gentle footprints one by one, and walked to an alley. In the tail, he fumbled and pushed open the blue door, shutting himself into darkness.
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped in front of the door that was slowly closed with red eyes, and looked up at everything around him.
The walls of the alley are covered with old, withered spring moss, and among the moss, where a certain hand has touched, there is a messy and deep trace.
Someone quietly, day after day, opened the door, held on to the wall, walked all the way to the north-south alley, stopped there, and looked around for a long time.
Zhang Xiaoyu raised the hand that had been used to hold the sword and pressed it into the palm prints that had mottled the wall.
Zhang Xiaoyu pulled his hand away from the palm prints, clenched it into a fist, and loosened it again. He slightly bent his two fingers, but stopped when he was about to knock on the courtyard door, then released it, and pressed He reached the door and pushed it open gently.
The eaves of the courtyard are very short, the courtyard is small, and there is a lot of accumulation of wind and snow. The woman who just started to fumble towards the small house in the courtyard turned back with a haggard face and doubtful, stretched out her hand, maybe to Feeling the wind in the light snow today, maybe I am waiting for someone to come over and hold that hand.
Then there was some sword wind in the yard.
The old courtyard door creaked and swayed as the wind blew.
It turns out to be the wind.
Li Qinghua thought like this, groped again, and walked back bit by bit. After reaching out and touching for a long time, she finally touched the two courtyard doors and closed them again quietly.
Zhang Xiaoyu was not outside the door, but stood by the door, looking at the haggard and quiet woman with red eyes.
Li Qinghua closed the door, fumbled to push the door bolt in, and then walked towards the yard. It was not until he stopped under the familiar eaves and there was no feeling of falling snow on his face that Li Qinghua stopped and found it. The stove, which was almost extinguished because there had been no firewood for a while, stopped beside the stove.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood in the snow in the yard, looking at the woman who was much thinner than before. She began to fumble with the firewood in the darkness until the temperature in the stove gradually rose, and the firelight fell on this On the thin face of the girl who had been waiting for a long time in Xiaoxue Town, the sadness in those expressions was clearly illuminated.
Zhang Xiaoyu said nothing or did nothing. He just stood in the yard blankly and painfully.
Watching a certain December morning, a girl from Nanyi City quietly cooked some rice and ate it quietly in the yard of the small town.
It seems that everything is no different from those stories from long ago.
She was still wearing a cleanly washed blue and white skirt, and her expression was haggard and a little sad, but she still had the same soft taste as before, and she was quiet when eating.
Just can't see anything.
Just sitting by the stove, warming up by the fire, facing the wind and snow in the yard.
The sword cultivator in white clothes stood in front of the stove in the snow and said nothing.
Just quietly soaking in the wind and snow.
He didn't take out the blue and white skirt in his arms.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it a lot.
For example, ask, does this dress look good?
But now he can't ask.
So I can't take it out.
He couldn't even say the sentence "I'm here, Li Qinghua."
Just standing in the yard, watching with empty hands.
This young practitioner from Shanhe Temple and the Human Sword Sect was left empty-handed.
Nothing left.
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head in the wind and snow, tears streaming down his face.
...
That smile in April.
Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't see it.
...
An old woman in the alley may have seen the two lines of footprints at the door of the small courtyard at dusk, and she kindly came to knock on the door to ask about the situation.
Li Qinghua was sitting by the fire and dozing quietly.
It was Zhang Xiaoyu in the yard who opened the door.
When the old man saw this young man in dirty white clothes, he raised the crutch in his hand very vigilantly.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of the courtyard with the scabbard on his back, turned around and gently closed the courtyard door.
Probably because he caught a glimpse of Zhang Xiaoyu's red and swollen eyes and Li Qinghua, who was sleeping quietly by the fire in the yard, the old man didn't put a crutch on Zhang Xiaoyu's head when he closed the door.
Zhang Xiaoyu closed the door and looked at the blue courtyard door for a long time. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, turned around, and spoke before the old man could say a question.
"My name is Zhang Xiaoyu, from Nanyi City."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the old woman who looked very wary and said softly.
"Can you tell me, when did that girl in the yard become like this?"
The old woman was still wary, looking at the young man who looked a little sad, regretful and confused.
"what is her name?"
"Li Qinghua, the plum of plums, the green of cyan, the flower of flowers."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.
The old woman stood in the snowy lane with her crutch in her hand. She looked at Zhang Xiaoyu for a long time before putting down the crutch in her hand.
"We don't know either. Maybe you need to ask her yourself."
The old woman looked at the courtyard door behind Zhang Xiaoyu with regret, stood under the snow eaves with a cane, and spoke slowly.
"She stumbled into this town at the end of May with scars all over her body."
"When the people in the town saw her, she was sitting by the mountain road in the north of the town, carrying a tattered baggage, quietly holding a branch, and listening to the sound of Qinse Valley."
"We didn't know she was blind at that time..."
As the old woman spoke, she changed her words when she saw a trace of sadness flashing across Zhang Xiaoyu's face.
"We didn't know she couldn't see her at that time. We just thought she was resting. After all, sometimes some people would come here to listen because of Qinse Valley's reputation."
"Until she fell off the trail."
The old woman sighed.
"She came from Kyoto. She stumbled along the road alone in the dark and fell down many times."
"She is going to the other side of the town and said she wants to build a small yard outside that valley."
"The people in the town took pity on her and did not help her. They just told her that her money could not build a small yard, so they allowed her to stay in the town."
When the old woman said this, she stopped, and her old and cloudy eyes looked deeply at the young man in front of her who was carrying the scabbard.
"She should be waiting for someone. She would touch the wall every day, go to the end of the town, and stand there waiting for a long time..."
After a long silence, Zhang Xiaoyu finally said: "Yes."
The old woman looked at the young man in front of her for a long time.
"Is he here?"
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and stared blankly at the snowstorm, his lips trembling slightly, but he said nothing.
The old woman didn't look at Zhang Xiaoyu anymore, picked up her crutch and pointed to a small yard not far from the alley.
"People in the town arranged a marriage for her, it was a carpenter named Liu in that yard."
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly lowered his head and stared blankly at the old woman in front of him.
The old woman ignored him and just continued.
"He is thirty years old. His parents died early. He grew up eating the food of hundreds of families in the town. Later he learned to do carpentry. He helps others make some wooden Qinse Valley on weekdays. He can also eat well. At least he can afford it. With a family.”
"People in the town think it's very good, and everyone understands that this is not a happy thing, but that's the way it is when living in a small town. You can't see anything alone, and there must always be someone to take care of you."
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there in a daze.
"What about her?"
The old woman said softly: "She did not agree, nor did she ask the carpenter to accompany her through the alley to wait for someone on the street. She just walked quietly alone."
"But you have to know that it is very difficult for an invisible person to live alone and helpless for the rest of his life."
"To put it bluntly, she is still young now, and she still has an attractive appearance and body that can be coveted. When she gets old, her eyebrows will begin to wrinkle, her breasts will begin to wither and droop, and her hands and feet will begin to wither. Who will think How about taking care of such a person?"
The old woman said such cruel things calmly, stood in front of the courtyard gate with a cane, and looked at the struggling young swordsman in front of her for a long time.
"If you can stay, then stay. If you can't stay, then don't come."
Silence fell in the alley.
Fine snow covered the alley, the evening breeze blew the eaves, and the zither valleys hanging on the eaves made a sobbing sound.
The courtyard door behind him suddenly opened.
The girl in the blue and white skirt with some snow falling on her head stood behind the door in a daze.
"Grandma Li, is that you?"
The old woman looked at the girl behind Zhang Xiaoyu with pity and said softly: "Yes, it's me."
"who are you talking to?"
"It's nothing, I was talking to myself. It's almost the Chinese New Year. I want to see if you need any help?"
Li Qinghua stood at the door and thought for a while, then said, "Can you help me buy a new dress? I've been wearing this dress for a long time."
"Okay, is there anything else?"
Li Qinghua stood at the door holding the door. After thinking for a long time, she lowered her head and whispered, "Let him make me a wooden Qin Se Gu and hang it on the eaves."
The streets were silent.
Naturally, this swordsman from the north doesn't know how to make wooden Qinse Valley.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and stared blankly at the frail girl at the door.
The old woman stood under the eaves, remained silent for a long time, and said softly: "Okay."
The courtyard door was slowly closed again.
The girl in the blue and white skirt might have been quietly groping her way back to the eaves in the yard, relying on her memory.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat down at the door of the courtyard.
There are no steps here.
Maybe it once existed, but it was demolished after an invisible girl came to live in the yard.
So this young man in white just sat in the snow.
The old woman didn't look at him anymore, walked out of the alley with a cane, and then knocked on the door of a courtyard.
Zhang Xiaoyu stared blankly over there. After the old woman walked in, he turned back, lowered his head, and looked at the snow under him.
Maybe it was too cold to sit there.
So Zhang Xiaoyu stood up again, bent down and supported the wall and walked out of the alley.
Walking in the snow, I was breathing heavily, as if I was dying.
This young Shanhe Guan and an extremely outstanding disciple of the Human Sword Sect, this practitioner is above most practitioners in the world.
Walking in the snow in the alley.
I felt like I might be dying.
Zhang Xiaoyu held on to the wall all the way to the alley, stopped on the street of Xiaoxue, and then squatted down like a dog in embarrassment, covering his chest and wiping tears.
When people in the town passed by, they all looked at this place with confusion and at the young man who was crying silently.
Maybe he wanted to ask what happened, but looking at the tattered scabbard behind the young man in white and the filth that looked like blood splattered on his body, he didn't really come over to ask.
After being informed of Li Qinghua's needs by the old woman, the carpenter opened the door and stuck his head out. He was thick and strong, perhaps a little short-sighted, and looked at the alley not far away with confusion.
"Why is there a Dalmatian dog there?"
