Rumor wind.
This Xuanxuyuan ancestral courtyard, the most famous in the world, is actually very ordinary.
Just a small town on earth.
Just some old bookstores.
Under those deserted eaves in the fine snow, there were some gentlemen, quietly looking at the woman behind the courtyard.
The snowman is independent, and the tombs in the cold courtyard are piled in pairs.
Dressed in wind and snow, an independent cold tomb.
The vice-president of the Zuyuan is a man in his thirties named Fang Zhiqiu. He is a gentleman of the Fengwuyuan of Wenhuayuan. He does not practice Taoism, does not practice witchcraft, and is not as knowledgeable about Taoism as Yun Hu does not know. He does not even know the Taoism. Know what practice is.
At this time, he stood in silence under the snow.
After a long time, Fang Zhiqiu turned around and quietly returned to a bookstore in the front yard.
The remaining gentlemen, old or young, looked at each other for a long time, then turned and left.
The footprints on the path under the eaves are messy.
The dean of the Witch Ghost Academy was a spiritual witch named Feng Xue. She wore a witch robe with simple patterns and also went to the bookstore.
Fang Zhiqiu was already quietly sharpening ink inside, probably about to write something.
Fangxue was at the door, watching him quietly.
"Cliff Master doesn't seem to want to care about these things."
Fang Zhiqiu raised his head and glanced at Fengxue, then lowered his head, holding the pen, the tip of the pen was full of ink, but it never fell on the paper on the desk. After a long time, he put down the pen again and rested it on the paper. On the pen holder on the side.
"My husband has already called her Cliff Master, so naturally Cliff Master will not care about these things."
Fengxue was silent for a while and said, "But we can only call him Cliff Master."
The person in Xuanxuyuan is not Zhang Xiaoyu, and he and Qiu Shui do not have the status of master, uncle or nephew. Naturally, he can only be called Cliff Master.
So even if one of the two tombs that woman Feng Xue saw independently had been dug up, she might not bother with it.
Maybe you will just sigh and think, you really can't find peace even if you die!
Fang Zhiqiu quietly looked at the white papers on the table in a daze.
Although this man in his thirties is just the dean of a seemingly unimportant college like Fengwuyuan, he is also the vice-president of the Zuyuan, but he still has a lot of influence among the Xuanxuyuan in the world. A small voice.
Fengxue looked at the dazed young dean, and then said softly: "When will the dean come back?"
Fang Zhiqiu raised his eyes and looked at the small open window opposite the desk. There was only light snow outside the window. When it snowed, the chill was never heavy, so even if the stove was not lit, there was not much air conditioning in this study room.
"Since Master Qing is injured, he won't be back in a short time." Fang Zhiqiu said slowly, "His old man is not a mortal Fang Zhiqiu. He probably knows the goings-on here very well. If he doesn't come back, those people in the courtyard will The restless people have nowhere to start and can only wait quietly. The incident involving the spirit witches in the Fourth Courtyard is a good example."
When Prime Minister Qing first returned to Huangliang, he was attacked by four spirit witches and a Nanchu witch at the foot of the Youhuang Mountains.
Those four spirit witches naturally came from Xuanshuyuan.
Fengxue leaned at the door, turned to look at the snow-covered paths that ran diagonally under the eaves, and said softly: "It's just that the things in the courtyard have to be solved. The goddess has stopped in the human world, and the Taiyichun will be held in the spring of next year. Sacrifice, if gods and ghosts really come back to the world at that time, the north and south of the world will really be separated."
Fang Zhiqiu remained silent and said nothing, and then said softly: "There is nothing we can do about such a thing."
The people who have always lived in this land are naturally powerless to deal with the things of gods and ghosts.
Maybe there is fear in my heart.
Even if they can talk about gods and ghosts openly and openly.
But when the goddess really returned from the marsh, Huang Liang remained silent.
Fang Xue looked at the man sitting in front of the desk quietly, and then she realized that Qiu had already grasped the pen again and was writing something quietly.
"Is it really useful to rule the world with culture?"
Fengxue is the dean of Wugui Academy, so naturally he has some confusion about the affairs of Wenhua Academy, the main courtyard of Xuanxu Academy.
Only then did he realize that Qiu Duan was writing upright, with a very heavy and rich writing style, so while he was writing, he was stained with ink and just said calmly: "Many years ago, when people saw a cloudy day, they would not have thought that this would be the end of the world. It’s raining and snowing.”
Fang Xue looked at him quietly.
"But many years later, the world will know that the world has its own storms, and it has nothing to do with gods and ghosts."
"When thoughts are surging, they are naturally powerless at first. Sometimes they may see it much later, but in the future they will always see the pattern clearly and find the most appropriate solution. This is a long process, and we can only slow down. Wait slowly and patiently.”
Fang Zhiqiu stopped writing, washed the pen in a tank filled with water, and then left it to dry. As for the piece of paper with something written on it, he casually pressed a corner with a scroll and left it on the table.
This thirty-year-old Mr. Fengwuyuan stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the fine snow in the world with Feng Xue.
"Why is Huai'an stronger than Huangliang for a thousand years?"
Fengxue was silent for a while and said, "Because they have a spiritual world that is above all else."
Fang Zhiqiu chuckled and shook his head, looked at the snow, and said slowly: "There is a record in the supplementary records of the human world. When the temperature of the human world drops, the water vapor in the high-altitude clouds will condense, turn into snow, and fall to the human world. "
"This is not a Taoist sage's record. This is a text from the Hangu Temple Taoist Canon of more than 2,000 years ago that was quoted in the Supplementary Records of the Human World."
"Sir, Huai'an knew more than two thousand years ago that snow is water vapor from the human world. However, many people in Huangliang still cannot understand such a thing."
Fang Zhiqiu looked at the spirit witch woman from the Witch Ghost Academy next to him with great sadness.
"More than a thousand years ago, Li Asan made his 200,000 troops jump from the more than 2,000-foot Huangliang Mountains to the Huangliang world. The whole Huangliang was just shocked, but they never thought about why he could do this."
"Because he took advantage of the strong winds in the world." Fang Xue said slowly.
"Yes, he took advantage of the strong winds in the world. That was more than a thousand years ago. Among the two hundred thousand troops, he mixed nearly a thousand Taoists and scholars. In the wind and snow in the mountains, he used pen and ink to write Bit by bit, he calculated the wind direction and speed in the human world, and what changes were needed to make those winds blow down the 200,000-strong army intact as he wished."
Fang Zhiqiu said softly.
"But at that time, Huang Liang was still sacrificing his soul to the gods and ghosts who were no longer alive."
Fangxue leaned silently by the door.
Fang Zhiqiu chuckled softly and looked at the woman from the Wuguiyuan aside.
"Living the world with culture is what can truly make the world stand up."
Such words may be biased.
But since Fang Zhiqiu is the dean of the Fengwu Academy and the deputy dean of the Wenhua Academy, he naturally needs to have his own persistence and understanding.
Fengxue said nothing more and turned to look at the things Fang Zhiqiu had written on the desk.
Just two lines.
It's snowing at the end of the year, and the world only knows autumn.
Maybe he was lamenting such a thing.
"So when I said earlier that the Cliff Master didn't seem to care about these things, you weren't disappointed." Feng Xue looked at Fang Zhiqiu who was standing aside.
"Yes." Fang Zhiqiu said softly, walked to the snowy path, and quietly looked at the line of snow-covered walls deep in the path that passed through the snow. "What's more, the Cliff Master is the one who is about to return to the Styx River. If she can have a few days of peace, naturally she should not disturb her again."
Feng Xue also left the bookstore, and the courtyard was closed. After the previous gentlemen left, the entire courtyard became more deserted, with only many quiet courtyards of houses standing in the snow.
"Who is the Cliff Master looking at?"
There are two tombs in that ancient courtyard, one is Qingxuanxu, the first dean of Xuanxuyuan, and the other is Hongzhenshan who was once on a high cliff.
Fang Zhiqiu shook his head, walked towards the outside of the courtyard, and said softly: "I don't know."
Fang Xue glanced at the man leaving in the snow, then turned to look at the yard for a long time.
...
Qiu Shui stood quietly in the yard holding a sword.
There is fine snow in one courtyard, and the tombs are already white.
Behind him is a small pool. Then there is a trail leaving here.
This was the original appearance of the Xuanshu Courtyard. It was expanded to what it was later, with many courtyards, after the Prime Minister took over.
The two tombs are very close to each other, but they are not combined, leaving a shoulder distance.
In front of a tomb is carved the tomb of Mojian Cliff with its red mountains.
The other one is engraved with the tomb of Qingxuanxu in Xuanxuyuan.
Very simple.
Just a swordsman, just a scholar.
Although that scholar picked up a lot of things for the world.
For example, the Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox, the Supplementary Records of the Human World, and the sword in Qiushui's hand.
Qingxuanxu is an insignificant person in both human history and the history of the spiritual world. He lived in poverty all his life and settled down in a small town as a teacher. The only thing worth talking about is him. I picked up those things.
But using Qingniu Five Thousand Words as a table leg and Qingyi Kaitian as a crutch, this is probably the only scholar who has ever done such a thing.
As for Hongzhenshan.
Qiu Shui looked at the other grave quietly.
The red-clothed sisters of that generation of cliff masters were killed by Lin Ziguan Zhuhan in Huangliang Jianyuan, and then their bodies were brought back by Qingxuanxu.
It is naturally impossible for the people of Mojianya to die in the hands of the world.
It's just that it's Jianyuan in Huangliang Congran.
Even before Qing Yi left this world, she had to visit it in person.
All sword intentions in the world will be suppressed on the side of the sword abyss.
From Ranjianyuan, this is the only place in Huangliang where swordsmen are prosperous. In the many towns surrounding Jianyuan, there are often many swordsmen and swordsmen walking around.
Hong Jinshan died on Jianyuan.
Knowing that there is a ghost in Jianyuan, he went to Jianyuan.
Perhaps it was also to repay the blood debt of Bai Yi who killed eight hundred sects in the world.
Qiu Shui didn't know what she was thinking.
Just like she never knew what Hong Yi was thinking.
He just sat quietly on the high cliff and stood quietly in front of the grave.
Qiu Shui has been standing here for a long time.
The peach branch stuck in the white hair has long been covered with white snow. The peach is red and the snow is white, which makes it feel quite lonely.
Qiu Shui stood for a long time, raised his hand towards the human world, and a cup of white snow fell on his palm. There was no wine in the cup, so there was human water coming from the quiet pool behind him and fell into the cup.
Perhaps a shallow drink of human water can relieve the sorrow of the Styx.
"Actually, I also hated you at the beginning."
Qiu Shui looked at the tomb quietly.
"But then I thought about it, maybe this kind of thing has nothing to do with you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have walked down the cliff and accompanied Gou Gao through most of the world."
"It's just that sometimes I still feel regretful. I regret that you didn't let me stay when we were on the high cliff of the Styx River. You asked me to ask that person what kind of thoughts he had before he gave up his own life. Daughter, to try such a cruel story.”
The lonely tomb has been silent for thousands of years, and naturally he will not say anything to this woman who has been sitting on the high cliff for many years at this time. He will just remain silent in the wind and snow.
"This is a pity, even though the man on the cliff told me all the truth." Qiu Shui said softly. "But sometimes, the truth is not important. What is important is the thoughts behind the truth."
There was silence for a long time beside the solitary grave in the small courtyard.
"But it doesn't matter now." Qiu Shui said slowly.
"I'm going to die too, and I'm going to the River Styx."
"I will ask her myself."
Qiu Shui didn't say much.
It's just a regretful story that passed by in a blink of an eye over the course of thousands of years.
"So be it."
Qiu Shui placed the wine glass filled with pool water between the two tombs.
Then he calmly left here with his sword.
She didn't ask about Qingxuanxu's story.
Although she was here, she actually saw some very weird things.
But she didn't ask.
She is the one who is guarding the high cliff, the ghost who will go to the River Styx.
You should never get involved in human affairs.
...
Fang Zhiqiu left Xuanxuyuan and walked quietly in the town.
He was buying wine when a woman who had stood in the wind and snow opposite the tomb for a long time left. When Qiu Shui left, he did not know and had no way of knowing.
He is just a human being.
I bought a jar of wine in a wine shop, then took the wine and went to the alley by the river in the town. I sat down under the eaves of the white wall at the entrance of the alley facing the river, opened the bottle, and drank quietly. .
"In the coldest month of winter, drinking cold wine is always harmful to the body."
Fang Zhiqiu chuckled softly after hearing this.
"I'm just a little cold-hearted."
After a long time, someone came over. It was a man in his forties, carrying a sword on his back and wearing cuffs. He should be the one holding the sword in his hand.
The man stopped behind Fang Zhiqiu, and Fang Zhiqiu didn't look back. He just sat there quietly, looking at the cold water of the river.
"How is the courtyard?"
The man asked slowly from behind.
"Fortunately, it's very quiet, very peaceful, just like spring, like all the stories haven't happened yet."
Fang Zhiqiu said it very calmly.
"Everyone is waiting for next year, let's wait for next year too."
The gentleman from the Fengwuyuan said softly.
"good."
The man left slowly.
Fang Zhiqiu just sat there, quietly looking at the river of fine snow in the world.
...
Fengxue didn't know where Fang Zhiqiu had gone.
This gentleman from the Fengwuyuan always likes to sit alone by the river and drink, and the people in the courtyard have long been accustomed to it.
Fengxue had no intention of taking a look. She just stood on the path between the two courtyards and looked at the white-haired woman who came out respectfully.
"The cliff master is leaving now?"
Qiu Shui glanced at her and said nothing, just nodded calmly.
Fengxue hesitated for a moment, but was already left behind the trail, so he sighed and turned around, but the sound of footsteps on the snow on the trail that he was about to leave stopped.
"What do you want to ask?"
Qiu Shui's voice was very calm.
Fangxue turned around again, and saw the woman holding the sword stopped on the snowy road, looking at him quietly.
The Huangliang Spirit Witch hesitated a little and then made a very unfamiliar sword salute.
The picture may be very strange.
"The rumor is blowing in the wind, I would like to ask the cliff master, who will be sitting on the sword cliff from now on?"
Qiu Shui looked at her quietly, and then said calmly: "I don't know."
The people on the cliff don't care about human affairs.
People in the world don't ask about things on the cliff.
Qiu Shui has always done a good job in this regard.
Fengxue was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Cliff Master, walk slowly."
Qiu Shui said nothing more, turned around, passed through the green eaves of the house, and left the Xuansha courtyard.
The spirit wizard of the Witch Ghost Academy stood in the wind and snow, quietly watching Qiu Shui leave.
After a long time, a gentleman from the Xiaodao realm came over.
Just like in the Xuanxu Courtyard of Nanyi City, the way of witches and ghosts did not flourish, in the Xuanshu Courtyard of Huangliang, the Qingniu Courtyard was very sparse.
That gentleman is a Taoist scholar from the Qingniu Academy of Xuanxu Academy, but he also has the cultivation of a cultivator in the upper realm of the human world.
After all, the prime minister is a Taoist.
The gentleman, who was nearly fifty years old, looked at Fengxue quietly and said calmly: "We cultivators have never asked about what happened on the cliff. Why does Dean Fengxue ask this?"
Fengxue looked at this gentleman and just smiled softly and said: "After all, the four words "High Cliff in the World" are too important. Such a place, in such a change, will often determine the future direction of the world."
A cliff master who does not care about human affairs, and a cliff master who wants to interfere with human affairs, often has a profound impact on the world.
Feng Xue's question was actually a matter of course.
Although Mr. Qingniuyuan is from Huangliang, he always has to be calm because of his cultivation. He looked at the spirit wizard under the eaves of the courtyard and said slowly: "Sword Cliff is naturally high and far away from the human world. . They know better than us how to treat the human world, so why should we care about such things."
Feng Xue looked at the person not far away quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "That's true."
The two said nothing more, just passed by each other calmly.
Before this spring, the two of them had passed each other many times, but the atmosphere at that time was probably not like this.
Very harmonious, very harmonious.
But now, the brushing of shoulders has a vague meaning of being swept by wind and snow.
"Mr. Lu seems to be very close to Dean Fang."
Fengxue's voice came from behind.
Mr. Qingniuin stopped for a while, and then continued to move forward.
"Yes."
