A stream of fine snow rustled.
When the woman in orange clothes with a peach blossom in her white hair walked through the wind and snow holding a sword, she saw the sword cultivator in white sitting by the stream with her back to Zhenluo.
"Should I be called Cliff Master or Master Uncle?"
Zhang Xiaoyu's voice came through the wind and snow very calmly.
Qiu Shui walked up behind Zhang Xiaoyu with his sword in hand and said softly: "Call me Master."
Qiu Shui and Cong Ren were both Cong Zhongxiao's disciples, so Zhang Xiaoyu could naturally be called Master Uncle.
The white-clothed sword cultivator sitting in the snow was silent for a long time, and then sighed and said, "I never thought that my uncle would walk so fast."
Qiu Shui looked at the young man by the stream quietly.
Along the way, she retraced the path she took to the north and met many people.
Zhang Xiaoyu was the only one who lamented that she left too fast.
Walk here, maybe from north to south.
Maybe it's time to leave this world.
"I have lived for more than a thousand years, and my demon body is inherently deficient. It is normal for me to walk faster than your master and the others."
Qiu Shui stood behind Zhang Xiaoyu, quietly watching the snowstorm getting smaller and smaller as it went south.
"I didn't notice it when I was on the cliff." Zhang Xiaoyu said slowly. "So I thought it would be a little longer."
Although I am talking about that time, it was actually only November.
Qiu Shui looked at this fine snow in the world with infinite tenderness.
When she left Qiu Shui, the world was also like this.
But the wind and snow were stronger at that time - because the Styx River rolled back.
So Qiu Shui's eyes fell on the high mountain to the west of the human world.
It was there that the River Styx flowed backwards back to the world.
The River Styx naturally flows to the human world.
The reverse flow here refers to the death of Taoist Saint Li Que, who was guarding the gap in the Styx. After the death of the overflowing Styx, the power of the overflowing Styx fell into the world along with the great flow without anyone suppressing it.
The chill brought by the nearly substantial power of the Styx plunged the entire world into an endless snowstorm.
Then a monk came from Lu Ming, killed a whole city of people in Huangliang, and sacrificed thousands of souls to Da Siming, which temporarily stopped the reverse flow of the Styx River.
Then, the woman in red who came from the cliff went deep into the River Styx and invited the Sword Master's Sword Intent to completely seal the gap in the River Styx.
But those chills still inevitably sweep across the world.
It was at that time that Qiushui left Qiushui and Huangliang.
It's been thousands of years.
Qiu Shui thought calmly.
He also said calmly: "It has been a thousand years. What's more, the person sitting on the cliff, whether it lasts or not, has never been meaningful."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "It has some meaning after all."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say what those meanings were, and Qiu Shui didn't ask either.
But probably both of them knew it in their hearts.
The woman on the high cliff sitting on Hengjian's knees three thousand feet below also knew it clearly.
It's nothing more than some struggle and asking for help.
Nothing more than that.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought calmly.
Qiu Shui said lightly: "A lot of things are actually your own choices. When you were on the field ridge, you gave up the indigo butterfly that you never caught again. When you were eighteen, you gave up again. You could have been like other things. The path of spiritual practice is as peaceful as those in Guanli. At the age of twenty-five, you gave up everything you had been struggling for seven years."
Qiu Shui looked at the sword cultivator in white who was sitting quietly in the snow.
"In all roads, you actually have a second option. It's not that they don't save you, it's that you don't want to be saved."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, and then smiled softly.
"Yes. Uncle Master turns out to really know everything."
Qiu Shui naturally knows everything.
"So what are you giving up now?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat quietly by the stream. The snowy stream went south. Maybe there would be an unfinished waterwheel at a certain corner, or maybe not.
Qiu Shui stood in the fine snow, looking back at the small town that looked like a broad leaf lying in the snow, without saying anything.
Zhang Xiaoyu did not answer Qiu Shui's question. He was silent for a long time and said, "Uncle, can you look at fate?"
Qiu Shui turned back calmly.
"I am a sword cultivator. I have practiced witchcraft before. But I have never practiced Taoism."
Autumn water comes from Huangliang, so it is natural that he has practiced the art of witches and ghosts, but he has never practiced Taoism, which may be mysterious or simple.
Naturally, not everyone will be like Cong Ren, who diligently practices all the methods in the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "That is indeed a pity. Originally, I wanted to ask my uncle, what would happen if I took another path before making all choices."
The sword cultivator in white clothes sitting by the stream laughed again as he spoke.
"Maybe it's meaningless. Uncle Master, you also said that I don't want to be saved from the sea of suffering. So maybe there is no second option. Although Uncle Fortune Teller said that fate is as bright as a galaxy, when a certain destiny The line is observed and determined, which means that all unchosen fates will also extinguish all light in the galaxy, such as death."
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there quietly and raised his head. There might be a lot of snow falling on his ears, or it might be a wisp of white clothes.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, a young boy who ran around in the fields catching butterflies, died thirteen years ago."
"Zhang Xiaoyu, who had never had a big quarrel with Li Shanhe and lived peacefully in the temple, died seven years ago."
"And Zhang Dianpao, who was filled with resentment and resentment, also died in April this year."
"At a certain moment, in the peaceful world of Uncle Master, Zhang Xiaoyu, who had some thoughts and wanted to be a worldly person, died at a certain moment before."
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly.
"Zhang Xiaoyu is dead."
"Zhang Xiaoyu is still walking."
Human time is over, and this life is very long.
I should rest in between.
People walking by said the branches were low.
People walking by said the branches were growing.
"So where is the Cliff Master?"
Qiu Shui listened to the words "cliff master" instead of "uncle master" in Zhang Xiaoyu's words, and said calmly: "I'm going to die, and I won't leave anymore."
Zhang Xiaoyu may have been very distant when he said such words to Cliff Master.
But when I heard the white-haired woman quietly saying that she was going to die, she stopped leaving.
But he still sighed and said.
"It is indeed a pity."
Zhang Xiaoyu will always feel that it is a pity for Qiu Shui to leave this world.
But I will still go on without hesitation.
Just like people in the world often talk great truths, but always lead a messy life.
Knowing nature is a simple matter.
Walking the road is as difficult as climbing to heaven.
Therefore, when a superior man hears the Tao, he practices it diligently; when a middle man hears the Tao, he lives or perishes; when a junior man hears the Tao, he laughs at it; if he does not laugh, it is not enough to practice the Tao.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't smile, nor did he do anything.
So if you live or die, go all the way in stubbornness.
The two of them stayed quietly by the snow stream.
“Where will Cliff Master go next?”
Qiu Shui looked forward calmly.
"Xuanshuyuan."
When talking about Xuansheyuan in a place like Yaofeng, it would naturally only refer to the ancestral hall of Xuansheyuan a thousand years ago.
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Going to see an old friend?"
Qiu Shui said calmly: "Go and see my old friend."
Red-soaked corals are short, while green-dipped corals are long.
After Qingxuanxu died, he was buried next to Hongjinshan's grave.
I just don’t know whether Qiu Shui’s old friend is a green-hanging wormwood or a red-soaked shan.
It was quiet by the stream, and it was snowing lightly.
"Uncle, walk slowly."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.
Qiu Shui nodded calmly, took one last look at the sword cultivator in white, and walked away in the wind and snow with his sword in hand.
Zhang Xiaoyu was still sitting quietly by the stream.
One bank is snow-colored, and the river is full of confusion.
Reflected in the stream was a sword cultivator sitting quietly in white clothes. A piece of the white clothes immersed in the stream was missing.
I don't know where it was tied.
...
The carpenter stood stunned in the alley for a long time, and then walked back feeling lost.
A girl wearing a blue and white skirt who can see her eyes, maybe she really doesn't deserve it.
He didn't know why the girl who had been groping through the alleys and waiting in the town for more than half a year was suddenly able to see clearly.
But he asked nothing.
He just returned to his yard full of various wooden utensils and found the brand new blue and white skirt that the old woman had brought to him. He didn't know why the skirt was tightly wrapped.
Maybe it's because I'm afraid of getting dirty.
With this thought in mind, the carpenter returned to the alley with the skirt and knocked on the door of the small courtyard.
He handed the skirt to the girl wearing a blue and white skirt with red eyes.
In fact, he planned to give it to her near the Chinese New Year.
Then ask her if she wants to spend the New Year with him.
But it's obviously not necessary now.
The carpenter thought with relief.
Tell her that Granny Li in the alley brought it to her, and just give her the money when the time comes.
Then he left that place quietly and returned to his own yard.
It was very quiet in the snowy alley.
There was only the sound of opening and closing doors.
...
Liu Sanyue sat quietly on the bridge, looking up at the snow blankly.
Many black iron ropes stretched out from the bottom of this sparsely populated bridge, locking his limbs tightly.
In the snow-covered ground, Liu Sanyue's twisted shape was like a bug trapped in a spider's web.
If the world saw such a person locked up here, they would probably throw all kinds of things there, and maybe drag him directly and throw him into the river to drown.
But the world didn’t see it.
The elderly Jing Zhaoyin led people to block the access road near the bridge.
It means the man upstairs in Yingfeng.
Jing Zhaoyin still didn't understand what this meant.
He only knew that the goddess was very concerned about such an ugly criminal with bad deeds.
Or is it that the gods and ghosts have no choice but to lock it up?
Jing Zhaoyin sometimes thinks exactly the same as everyone else.
It's just that he has more things to consider.
The old man looked at the other side of the bridge for a long time, and then left in the snow holding an umbrella.
He has a lot to do.
For example, as the Chinese New Year is approaching, we need to start investigating potential safety hazards in the city to prevent a certain household from accidentally canceling the entire holiday.
For example, there are still some things to do next year, because it is not far away, so we have to start making preparations.
Jing Zhaoyin walked in the snow with white hair, thinking about many things.
But the most disturbing thing is what will happen on the 15th of next year.
The spring festival of the human world.
Does this mean that those gods and ghosts that have disappeared for many years will return to the world as recorded in ancient books?
How will Huangliang and Huaian get along with each other at that time?
Where is your majesty in the north?
Jing Zhaoyin was very frightened.
So the person who was locked at the bridge was not that important.
Rebuilding the temple and offering sacrifices to gods and ghosts, although such matters are matters of Feng Changsi, but after all, we are in the false capital, so Jing Zhaoyin naturally cannot stay away from the matter.
He just kept sighing and left here accompanied by his servants.
Liu Sanyue, who was at the bridgehead, naturally didn't care if there was an old man with white hair who looked here sighing for a while.
Just looking at the snow, he looked down at the shackles on his hands and feet.
Someone fed the bun, but it fell far away. Liu Sanyue wanted to go over and pick it up, but his hands and feet were restrained by iron ropes. After struggling for a long time, he could not reach the bun. steamed stuffed bun.
Liu Sanyue could only stretch his hands as far as possible toward his feet, then stretched his upper body and headed that way.
His tongue touched the skin of the bun. It was very cold and hard. It had probably been frozen solid and was stuck in the snow. He couldn't get it out no matter what.
Liu Sanyue kicked her legs angrily and roared.
But no one paid attention. There was no one else here but him, Liu Sanyue.
Liu Sanyue hit the bun with her head, and then broke her head. It turned out that it was not a bun, but a stone that fell in the snow.
Liu Sanyue shrank back in a daze and nestled in the snow on the bridge.
How could I regard a stone as a bun?
Perhaps because he had been hungry for too long, Liu Sanyue began to chew the snow on the ground.
Fortunately, the holidays are all close to the north - although this sentence has the meaning that the bad news is that the only thing to eat is horse manure, and the good news is that there is a lot of horse manure.
But after all, it is gratifying enough to have a lot of snow on the ground.
Liu Sanyue gnawed several mouthfuls of snow and stared at the bridge again.
The iron ropes around him scattered.
Perhaps it is indeed like a bug that strays into a spider's web and begins to doubt the existence of bugs.
Liu Sanyue didn't know why he was here.
I don't know what I want to do.
The shackles that locked his hands and feet were unlocked, perhaps made of machinery. Liu Sanyue didn't know how to unlock them.
Until nightfall.
It brought about a moment of clarity.
Liu Sanyue, whose eyes had regained consciousness, looked at the shackles on his body quietly again, and sat quietly by the river in the snow.
"You didn't do any evil today." Liu Sanyue said softly. "But you still want to."
Liu Sanyue sat quietly for a long time, then raised his hand to touch the shackles, and untied them with a slight twist.
Yes, it's something simple.
If someone in the chaos could remember some of the past.
Qingtian Dao created 300,000 Qingjia including Jikuo.
Naturally, he is quite proficient in the art of Ji Kuo.
Liu Sanyue untied himself, walked into the snow not far away, found another stone, then walked back and placed it on the original stone.
Like a crude snowman.
Liu Sanyue broke a dry willow branch from the tree, chewed it quietly, and swallowed it.
This can provide a cushion for his stomach, and at the same time, the willow branches will also contain some toxins, allowing him to sleep peacefully after the moment of waking up.
It is naturally very simple to restrict something. Anywhere is fine.
For example, this ordinary place beside the Willow River has iron ropes, stones, and willow branches chewed.
Until everything becomes inertia, impacting another kind of chaotic inertia.
Whether nature is good or evil, nature is inherently good.
Let good continue and let evil cease.
Liu Sanyue thought quietly and put the shackles on his hands again.
The bitter juice of the willow branches still lingers in the mouth, gradually sending the toxins that make people unclear into the blood.
Liu Sanyue was a little drowsy.
Maybe the Liu Sanyue on the second day would continue to stare at the two stones not far away in a daze.
Liu Sanyue leaned against the bridge and fell asleep peacefully.
...
Yao Ji stood quietly on the Yingfeng Tower, beside her, who looked a little pale after being struck by the power of the Styx that day - this title will not last long, after this year, he will pull out the The coffin remains on the ancient Chu king's palace, becoming another generation of Chu kings after more than two thousand years.
Accompanying the emperor sometimes thought, why did the King of Chu have the surname Lan?
Sometimes I also think that of course the King of Chu does not have to be named Xiong.
In fact, behind such questions, it also represents the inner hesitation of this emperor who may not necessarily be Huang Liang orthodox.
The king of Chu could not be named Lan, so he naturally refused such a story.
The King of Chu did not necessarily have a surname of Xiong - he probably had a real dream of being an emperor.
His Majesty the Emperor may not even know whether he will be able to look at everything in the world with a smile and say that good word in the future.
Yao Ji didn't care what the bloated middle-aged man next to her was thinking.
It’s just that the way of witches and ghosts has declined so far. It’s Huangliang. Nowadays, because of the existence of Xuansheyuan, there are many more people who practice the way. Therefore, it is better to restore Chu in the name of the king of Chu than to restore Chu in the name of gods and ghosts. .
It is naturally better to be able to safely dig out some stories from the deep sand than to cause turmoil in the world.
But is there really no turmoil in the world?
Yao Ji may not know either.
The goddess is in the false capital.
However, the land of Huangliang Jiuyu seems to have not heard of it.
Only Wu Shuhe of Nanchu, who might die next year, still stayed in the false capital for a long time.
Maybe it's like what the old drunkard I met on the Youhuang Mountains said.
As long as his minister is still alive.
If the yellow beams hang over the courtyard, there will be no chaos.
As long as Xuanxuyuan remains in chaos, the land south of Daze will continue to follow the inertia of the past and move forward in the history of Dafeng Dynasty.
Yao Ji quietly looked at an academy somewhere in the snowy holiday capital.
Naturally, there is also Xuanxuyuan in the false capital.
The Xuanshuyuan, which was once the ancient capital of Huangliang, was closed down earlier than anywhere else.
The gentlemen in the courtyard took leave early, but did not leave. They just stayed in the academy full of green bamboos and plum blossoms all day long.
Maybe waiting for something.
Maybe just sit back and watch something.
"Your Majesty is the head of all the courts in the world." The emperor stood aside, watching Yao Ji quietly looking at that place, and said with a soft smile. "If the goddess wants to win over Xuanxuyuan who has taken away half of Huangliang's faith in the ghost way, she can only go to the north and bring that old scholar back."
"It's just the north..." Accompanying the Emperor turned back and said slowly, "The north is not that easy to get to."
There is a high cliff in the north, and the top is even with the floating clouds.
Yao Ji turned her head and looked calmly at the bloated man beside her.
This man might be laughing at something, or he might just be sincerely thinking about the gods and ghosts beside him.
Yao Ji didn't say anything, she just turned around and looked at someone sleeping in the snow on the bank of Liuhe River.
"It doesn't matter whether the prime minister comes or not."
Yao Ji said calmly.
"As long as someone loses."
If Liu Sanyue loses, he will surrender to the gods and ghosts.
This proud disciple of Qingtian Dao is the Minister of War in Huaidu.
Nature can bring Huang Liang a great surprise.
Just like many years ago.
Someone used the avenue to attack the beliefs of those gods and ghosts.
Liu Sanyue can also be such a wave.
The emperor fell silent.
He could naturally see that the man brought to the false capital by the goddess had begun to waver.
Maybe someone gave him a hand when passing by.
But the ending is still unknown.
