Qing Xiang held a stove and sat boredly in the small green building of Tanchun Garden.
On the first floor, red plum blossoms fell in the wind and snow.
The end-of-year snowfall in southern Huai'an was really heavy, and everything inside and outside the building was covered with snow.
When Yun Huzhidao came with the wine in his arms, he first shook off the snow on his umbrella and body downstairs before going upstairs.
Probably because Qing Pang scolded his mother at the beginning, the wine sold to him in the world has returned to its original price. However, although this drunkard loves to drink, he often asks Yun Hu to buy it for him.
To use the words of the Prime Minister, which sounds a bit like bluffing, I don’t know, although you have started to practice, you can’t just focus on practice and forget to look at the price of wine in the world.
Yunhu didn't know that he didn't care about these things. He had studied the Tao for a long time and practiced it or not. In fact, it was not that urgent.
Carrying the wine and walking upstairs, he took out an oil paper bag from his arms and stuffed some braised pig ears in it, which made the prime minister look at it with greed.
It's just that he was greedy, but he frowned again.
"Didn't you say you only bought wine? Why did you buy these?"
The prime minister was probably a little distressed.
Yun Huzi smiled and said: "I didn't use your wine money, I bought this myself."
Yunhu didn't know that since he was a gentleman in the courtyard, he would naturally receive some money every month.
Although Nanyi Chengbei's family ran away, the city lord's palace was still there, but there was no movement in Huaido, so the city lord's position remained vacant.
But the hospital still has enough money.
"It's a good buy, I don't know."
The prime minister's face changed instantly. While Yunhu was still putting the wine on the stove, he took the oil paper bag, spread it on the ground aside, and ate it with his hands.
Seeing Qing Xiang like this, Yunhu felt helpless. He took two pairs of chopsticks from his arms and put them aside.
This world-famous prime minister in white looks like a scholar except when he scolds his mother, and at other times he looks like a sloppy middle-aged man.
Even the white clothes don't look like white clothes anymore, there are blood stains and footprints.
Qing Xiang looked at the helpless expression on Yun Huzhi's face, and then he picked up the chopsticks with a smile, holding the pig's ears between his hands and eating.
After the wine was heated for a while, Yun Huzhi took it off the stove and handed it to the Prime Minister.
The prime minister ate Yunhu's ungrateful pig ears, drank hot wine, and sighed happily.
“On such a snowy day, it’s really comfortable to sit by the fire, drink hot wine and eat something!”
Yun Hu looked at Qing Xiang from the side and smiled softly and said: "Master Qing, haven't you always been so comfortable?"
Qing Xiang quietly looked at the wind and snow outside the building, and then said with a smile: "I am not comfortable. If I hadn't stayed in Nanyi City, how would I be so comfortable."
Yunhu didn't say anything when he looked at the blood stains on Qing Xiang's body.
This is quite true.
As the dean of Xuansheyuan, it was rare for him to go back to Huangliang, and he was almost murdered there.
It's always a bit embarrassing to talk about it.
"What about things to the south?"
Yun Huzi looked at Qing Xiang and asked.
The prime minister ate the pig ears and said with a smile: "I didn't know that I am a practitioner in the small Tao realm now. I can't control them. If they have conscience, they can go and kill the mountain ghosts themselves." , come see me with your head raised."
"..."
This sentence is probably similar to stopping a pedestrian on the roadside and telling him that I give you a task, you go and kill Kamigawa.
After all, Yao Ji is a god and ghost in the world. Even if she is no longer the righteous god of ancient Chu, she is not an existence that the world can do anything about.
"How is your practice going?"
Qing Xiang looked at Yun Hu and asked.
Yunhu thought for a while and said, "I don't plan to leave seclusion."
The prime minister asked strangely: "If you don't get out of seclusion, how will you become a great person in the future?"
Yun Huzhi smiled softly and said: "People in this world can't achieve greatness."
Whether you have entered the Tao or become enlightened, they are just names.
"I want to smash Daohai to pieces and inherit Dao directly with my body."
When Yunhu said this, his expression became a little solemn.
"But I don't know if that's possible."
The prime minister didn't care, and said very calmly: "Whether it works or not, you will know after trying it."
After taking two sips of wine, Qing Xiang thought for a while and continued: "But I want to remind you that although the demonic power exists throughout the body, it is something different from the vitality of heaven and earth. You originally wrote the book "Cultivation and Witchcraft" The book of ghosts should also make it clear that even the power of witches and ghosts can only be driven by the body, and in the soul, a natal witchcraft river is still needed to carry the transformed power of witches and ghosts."
The way to immortality that Yunhu didn't know came from transforming into a demon.
Yun Huzhi said in a deep voice: "I know."
The Prime Minister chuckled and said, "Of course, you are a scholar and I am an alcoholic. You should study this kind of thing more clearly. I will not interfere with you too much."
Yunhu nodded.
The two of them were sitting in the building drinking wine.
"The cliff master should be arriving in Qiushui soon."
Yun Huzhi said softly.
The prime minister was silent for a while and said: "That should be the case. In fact, there is probably nothing easy to do when walking around in the world. People like her naturally have no old friends."
Living on a high cliff all his life, he will naturally not have many old friends.
Just like a young man in green clothes.
The Prime Minister put down his chopsticks and walked to the edge of the building with the wine bottle. The wind and snow entered the building, and even there was some frost and snow in the building.
"After the cliff master leaves, the world may be in chaos. It depends on what Qiu Xi'er does."
"What will Mr. Qiu do?"
Probably because Qiu Xier once served as an honorary gentleman in Xuanxuyuan, Yunhu was still accustomed to being addressed as sir.
The Prime Minister said softly: "Maybe it will reveal the edge of Jianya. Mojianya does not care about worldly affairs, but people who have not guarded Zhuojian Terrace and experienced many stories back then probably will not understand this truth."
This can be seen from what happened after the sword washing on All Souls' Day.
"But such a thing actually doesn't matter." Qing Xiang took a sip of wine and thought about Ming Mayfly, who was three feet six taller than the spirit wizard.
"Then what are you worried about?"
"The waves of the world will only subside briefly, just like at the end of this year. Maybe they have to calm down due to the general trend, but they will eventually hit the shores of the world. Maybe they will be more turbulent."
The prime minister was not worried about the ghosts and ghosts in Huangliang, but he looked very solemn in the face of some undercurrents in Huai'an.
The storms that arise in the human world are naturally far superior to external influences.
Because that means people in the world are beginning to have differences.
Behind the storm are the choices we make in the future.
Yun Hu sat by the fire for an unknown amount of time, and then said softly: "Does this matter belong to your master, or to me?"
The prime minister smiled and said, "It's up to me now, and it's up to you in the future."
Yun Huzhi sighed and said, "So when will Master Qing return to the great road?"
When the prime minister heard this, he thought about it seriously for a long time, and then said softly: "Next year."
After all, no matter how hard it is, Huangliang still has many xuanshuyuan waiting for the prime minister.
Naturally, the old drunkard can't stay in Nanyi City drinking and living a comfortable life.
Yunhu breathed a sigh of relief. After all, if a drunkard keeps ignoring things, he, the great gentleman of Qingniuyuan, will still have some troubles.
"Where did Master Congren go?"
The biggest reliance in the south is naturally not the prime minister, but the swordsman sleeping on the bridge.
It’s just that this person has not been heard from for a long time.
The Prime Minister snorted coldly and said, "You know, this old boy can go wherever he likes."
Without Cong Ren, Nan Yicheng always wanted to trouble the prime minister. Naturally, this old drunkard would not have a good attitude.
Yunhu didn't say anything but sat by the fire, quietly looking at the minister drinking wine beside the building, and the wind and snow filling the sky outside the building.
.......
Mr. Xie and Mr. Mei were not in Xuanxuyuan, but at Mr. Mei’s home—a courtyard at the end of a quiet alley.
It is always a quiet alley, which is suitable for setting up a stove and a table under the snow eaves of the yard, drinking wine and chatting quietly.
Li Die was sitting on the doorstep with her chin in her hands.
No one mentioned Mr. Mei's wife.
"Will you still go to the courtyard next year?"
Mr. Xie asked, looking at Mr. Mei who was holding a wine glass in a daze.
Mr. Mei came back to his senses, looked at Mr. Xie and said, "Aren't you going?"
Mr. Xie said softly: "I do have this idea."
"Why?"
Mr. Mei was a little confused.
"Maybe I'm a little tired and don't want to teach my students anymore."
Naturally, Mr. Xie has always been a little lazy in teaching.
Mr. Mei didn't say anything, he just looked at him and said, "I'm no longer Mr. Where are you going?"
Mr. Xie thought for a while and said, "I don't know."
Then he laughed again.
"Speaking of which, even though I have become lazy over the years, I am still used to staying in the hospital. Suddenly I want to leave, but I don't know what to do."
Mr. Mei said with a sarcastic smile: "It's probably because you are lazy too much on weekdays. If you were sweeping the floor diligently like me, you probably wouldn't be so confused."
Mr. Xie just shook his head, drank the wine in his glass, stood up and walked out of the courtyard.
Mr. Mei didn't stay with him, he just sat under the eaves and looked at his back and asked.
"Will you come to my house again to celebrate the New Year this year?"
"Come."
Mr. Xie's words are quite certain.
Mr. Mei didn't say much. The two of them had actually been drinking for a long time. Mr. Xie came in the early morning.
Now that we have drunk until noon, we naturally have to leave.
Mr. Xie took an umbrella, walked out of the yard, closed the door, and then walked quietly in the alley. He didn't stop until he walked out of the alley and reached the Nanyi River.
Mr. Qingniuyuan, who had been demoted from Mr. Da to Mr. 5 due to laziness, stood quietly by the Nanyi River holding an umbrella.
"What are you thinking about, sir?"
A voice came from behind.
Mr. Xie turned around and discovered that it was Jiang Ye from the Human Sword Sect.
This disciple of the Sword Sect who once hung out in the vegetable market in the south of the city, after experiencing some changes in Nanyi City, returned to the world of sight, carrying a sword on his back, just like Zhang Xiaoyu and Chen Huaifeng.
So he once again became a sword cultivator in the upper realm of the human world.
Mr. Xie smiled softly and said, "I'm thinking about what to do in the future."
Jiang Ye stood by the river with his sword on his back and looked at Mr. Xie with some surprise.
"Sir, are you planning to leave Xuanxuyuan?"
After all, Mr. Xie once served as the master of Qingniuyuan and still has some reputation in Nanyi City.
It's just that despite those reputations, they are not that wonderful.
A dawdling gentleman—probably this is how people in Nanyi City would describe him.
Of course Mr. It doesn’t look good either.”
Jiang Ye looked at Mr. Xie quietly.
The age difference between the two is about one round, which is not a long time ago, so this Sword Sect disciple has probably heard about Mr. Xie's life trajectory before.
He was born in Xuanxuyuan, went to Qingtian Road, and then returned to Xuanxuyuan and became a teacher peacefully.
"The spring and autumn of the world are over, and the wind and snow thank the people." Jiang Ye said slowly, "People like Mr., whether they are mixed up or not, are just things they don't want to do after all, aren't they?"
Mr. Xie turned to look at Jiang Ye. The Sword Sect disciple just looked at him quietly.
Mr. Wu, who had been criticized many times in Qingniuyuan, turned around, smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to still remember these things."
Jiang Ye also looked at the big river and said softly: "After all, when this junior entered the world of cultivation, he was very famous in the Taoist sect, so he naturally heard about it. But for some reason, he did not teach the disciples in the temple. But he came back to Nanyi City."
"There's nothing I don't know why." Mr. Xie said sadly, "I just want to come back."
Jiang Ye stood in the snow by the river, covered with wind and snow, but after a long silence, he asked about the wind and rain.
"Sir, can you hang curtains in the rain?"
Wind and rain hang down the curtain, the unique skill of Bai Fengyu, the former temple master of Qingtian Tao.
Mr. Xie raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Ye and said, "Why do you ask this?"
Jiang Ye raised his head and looked towards an alley in the south of the human city.
"I heard from my senior brother that Bai Fengyu came to Nanyi City twenty years ago."
Jiang Ye didn't say the rest.
But Mr. Xie naturally knows what he means - and so do you, sir.
Mr. Xie chuckled softly and said: "Yes, this is a coincidence and very interesting. They are all people from Qingtian Dao, and they all came to Nanyi City twenty years ago."
Jiang Ye did not smile, but quietly looked at the gentleman next to him who was famous for being lazy in teaching students.
"But of course I don't know how to draw curtains in the wind and rain. Even the Guanzhu and the others can't do it. How can I do it?"
Mr. Xie said it very sincerely.
"Are you worried that the storm from a hundred years ago will still continue in the world, so you are waiting for me here?"
Jiang Ye shook his head and said: "No, it's just that I was too bored staying in the Sword Sect. I went out for a walk and happened to meet my husband. I remembered this matter and asked him a question."
Being too bored may be just an excuse, and taking a leisurely walk may be the real thing. As for asking questions when you are free, naturally benevolent people have different opinions and wise people have different opinions.
Mr. Xie held an umbrella and leaned against the railing. He looked at it for a long time and then said, "Xianwen at least shows that you have some ideas."
Jiang Ye stood in the snow and looked at Dahe without saying anything.
After a long time, the Jianzong disciple who had taken over Chen Huaifeng's affairs looked at Mr. Xie.
"Sir, if you no longer teach in the courtyard, what would you most like to do?"
The topic is back to where it started.
Mr. Xie stood under the umbrella and smiled softly and said: "It is precisely because I don't know that I am troubled."
Jiang Ye said nothing more, turned around, and walked along the snow-covered guardrail by the river.
Mr. Xie looked at the back of this Sword Sect disciple quietly, and then left the riverside as well.
.......
Yun Hu didn't know that he and Qing Xiang had been roasting in the small building for a long time, so he left there.
When walking through the front yard of Xuanxuyuan, I happened to meet Mr. Xie who was coming back from outside the yard.
"Sir, did you just go out for some leisure time?"
Yun Huzi looked at Mr. Xie who was coming and greeted him very politely.
Mr. Xie chuckled, shook his head, and said, "No, I went out to meet Lao Mei for a drink. Where is Mr. Yunhu?"
"Drink some wine with Master Qing."
Mr. Xie raised his head and looked towards the small building of Tanchun Garden, and sure enough he saw the minister upstairs who was still drinking.
Mr. Xie lowered his head, looked at the helpless Yun Hu Wenzhi, and smiled very clearly. The reputation of the Prime Minister, not only in the world, but at least in the courtyard, is no better than that of Mr. Fifth.
The two passed through the bamboo forest path and headed towards the depths of Xuanshuyuan.
"If Mr. Yunhu is no longer in the courtyard, what will he want to do?"
Mr. Xie suddenly asked such a question.
Yunhu looked at the bamboo snow on both sides, frowned, thought for a long time, and then said seriously: "I don't know. I have been in Huangliangxuanxu courtyard since I was a child, although I later traveled around the world with the dean, But I haven’t seen much of the human world, and I usually just find some books to read. Yunhu really didn’t know that my husband suddenly asked such a question.”
Mr. Xie smiled and said, "That's it."
Yunhu looked at Mr. Xie curiously and said, "Sir, are you planning to leave Xuansheyuan?"
Asking about such a thing out of nowhere will naturally make people think this way.
Mr. Xie said softly: "Maybe there are some such thoughts."
"So sir, have you thought of it?"
"No."
Yun Hu walked for an unknown amount of time, then looked at Mr. thing."
Mr. Xie was silent for a while and said: "Yes, after all, Xuanshuyuan is indeed a very good place - if it is not a major event in the world, such a place will always be isolated from the world. Suddenly I want to leave the courtyard. I’m probably always a bit at a loss as to what to do.”
Yun Huzi laughed softly and said, "Maybe sir, you can go out for a walk. After all, always staying in the courtyard and sitting in the woods will make people's eyes narrow and inevitably make them depressed."
Mr. Xie thought for a while and said, "Go out for a walk and then come back?"
Yun Huzi said: "Of course it is. Sir, he must have been in the courtyard for almost twenty years."
Mr. Xie said softly: "Yes."
It’s not just twenty years either.
After all, when he was young, he practiced in Qingniu Yard for several years.
Yun Hu smiled and said, "Then Sir, you might as well go out and wander around for a few years to see the world. It just so happens that Yun Hu needs to stay quiet in the courtyard for a few years. Then Sir, you can come back and tell me how the world is like outside."
Mr. Xie looked at the sincere young scholar in front of him, then smiled and said, "Okay."
