The two chatted all the way and stopped near the Liuhe River that was blocked by people from the Jingzhao Yinsi Yamen.
Han Chan stood in the alley and took a look from a distance. When he saw those rather thick iron ropes, he said with a strange expression: "Do you think that person violated the laws of heaven?"
Yun Zhusheng also looked there, shook his head, and said, "I don't know. After all, the Huangliang people are mysterious and ghostly. Who knows what they are doing?"
Huangliang thinks that the people in Huai'an are strange, and the people in Huai'an think that the people in Huangliang are gods and ghosts.
Probably won't feel like a normal person.
The two of them stood in the alley, probably curiously studying the ugly-looking man chained to the bridge for a while.
Then he left here without finding anything.
...
Liu Sanyue sat in the wind and snow. His twisted hands and feet had been torn by the shackles and were stained with blood, which was especially ugly.
Even he himself found it ugly.
Maybe he noticed someone was looking at him, so Liu Sanyue, who had kept his head down and didn't know what he was thinking, raised his head.
However, I only saw two figures leaving in the snow.
Who is that?
Passerby?
The confused Liu Sanyue thought blankly.
I feel like there seems to be something related to me, but I can't see anything.
Only two lines of footprints in the wind and snow came and went.
.......
In Minghefang on a windy and snowy night, occasionally pedestrians walked quietly holding umbrellas.
But no one opened the door to their yard.
...
When I went to Tianshang Town from Nandao, there was not much snow left in the town.
Cao Weiying was slowly floating back in Jianhu Lake in a small boat, with some wind and snow still on her shoulders.
"What are you doing?"
Nan Dao had the same questions as the young boys.
"Sending snow to the mountains."
Nan Dao then remembered what Cao Weiying had said that day.
"It seems you are almost done."
The boat stopped under the peach tree. Cao Weiying picked up the wine gourd from the side, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Yes." Then he looked at the wine bottle on Nan Dao's waist, "Why is yours still a peach blossom?" Cooking wine?"
Nan Dao looked down at his black garlic-like wine bottle, picked it up and took a sip, saying: "Because peach blossom wine is the simplest, and although it is not as sweet as peach blossom wine, it's not bad as long as I'm used to drinking it. "
The young man under the umbrella drank wine and thought for a while, "Actually, the main reason is that the peach blossom is still not enough. When the snow passes, we will see if there will be more. After all, wine making is different from cooking wine. There must be more. That’s good.”
"Yes." Cao Weiying nodded in agreement.
When peach blossoms are used to cook wine, peach blossoms are just an auxiliary ingredient, but when peach blossoms are used to make wine, peach blossoms are the main ingredient. If there are too few, the wine will inevitably not look good.
The two drank for a while by the lake. The snow in the town slowly disappeared, revealing some twilight. However, those twilights were not on the horizon, but stayed near the sea of flowers.
It's as if someone who came with twilight once stayed here.
Nan Dao didn't care at all, he just looked at Cao Weiying's shoulder.
The wind and snow all over the town fell on the shoulders of this young man in green clothes, but the last bits of snow looked very thin.
"Do you want to go there again?"
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and asked.
Cao Weiying nodded, put down the wine gourd, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Are you going?"
Nan Dao said: "Go and see what it's like."
Cao Weiying smiled softly, looked at the young man who got on the boat and said, "It's what I said."
The two of them sat on both ends of the boat and headed towards the other side of Sword Lake.
The vast lake gradually disappeared into the clouds and mist, and so did the small boat.
"Is Chen He still not back?"
"Why, you thought it was almost the New Year and he was coming back?"
Nan Dao said matter-of-factly: "Isn't it?"
Cao Weiying sat at the head of the boat and said with a smile: "This is not his hometown, what is he doing back here?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Come back to see your friends?"
Cao Weiying nodded and said: "It makes sense, but maybe he made new friends somewhere in the world, and then he got tired of the old and forgot about you."
"..." Nan Dao was speechless and said, "You always make me feel like I am a resentful woman waiting to return."
"Isn't it?" Cao Weiying raised his eyebrows and said, "Every time you come here, you always ask if Chen He is back."
Nan Dao looked at the misty lake and said softly: "If you had a friend who could live peacefully in the world, but stood up for you twice, would you miss him very much?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "Probably so."
Nan Dao said nothing more.
Of course, he would always remember the leisurely and comfortable young man he had met in Nanyi City.
That is not laziness, but ease and ease.
Maybe it's like what he once heard Fengtai say - always be happy and then be at ease.
It can be said that it is not a great ambition in the world.
The boat slowly passed through the cloud cliff and appeared on the other side of the big lake.
Nan Dao followed Cao Weiying to the cliff by the lake. Some of the wind and snow that Cao Weiying had lost on the cliff looked like fallen flowers. The green vines on the edges crawled across the ground covered with stone moss and hung downwards. Go, when you stand on the edge of the cliff and look at it, it seems to be connected with the winding paths leading to the distant mountains under the cliff.
Cao Weiying stood aside with a wine gourd. He raised his hand with the wine gourd and raised his head, and then the mountain wind came, blowing the wind and snow on his shoulders and flew into the distance.
Indeed, as he once said, the clouds parted and there were white heads of snow on the gray mountaintops.
"When can I be like you?"
Cao Weiying raised her eyebrows and looked at the young man beside her who was asking enviously under the umbrella.
"Do you mean tall like me, or comfortable like me?"
When I first entered the world, I met the tallest person in the world today. It was naturally an extremely lucky thing.
But this person is so laid-back and carefree, it is inevitable that he will be something that people both love and hate.
Everything is far away.
So is longing.
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and smiled and said, "I feel comfortable like you."
Cao Weiying chuckled.
"You are very comfortable now. You see other people's teenagers who are so busy when they first meet the world. You are different. You have nothing to do all day long, drinking, watching flowers and eating hot pot. Sometimes I am curious, how do some people do this? So many words for such a boring story."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you talking about?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Chen He, isn't he writing your story?"
"Didn't he write that I was extremely brave and invincible in the world?"
"Yes at first, but after I left Nanyi City and came to me to inquire about you, I started writing about you sleeping in."
Nan Dao thought for a long time and said: "Maybe he is very good at talking nonsense. But this has nothing to do with me being uncomfortable. I am not comfortable either. I just have nothing to do. When I was in Nanyi City, there were still people who thought Although there are people who want to kill me now, but now that I am in Lingnan, all of them regard me as the hope of Lingnan. They want me to practice cultivation quickly, and then stand at a height where the world looks up to me, and save the entire Lingnan from some regrets. I was pulled out of the quagmire of the story. I even found people from the East China Sea Sword Sect to guard me, just like an old man who has always had a son, guarding his beloved with extreme caution. And even if Lingnan doesn't do this, I probably Nothing will happen - my junior brother is a great cultivator in the human world, but I don’t know who it is, and I don’t know why he guides me in this way. But in short, with such a person by my side, what can happen? Woolen cloth?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "Maybe he thinks that to practice, you must first cultivate your mind."
"I think so too." Nan Dao said softly, "So I have been thinking of ways to change myself. I make myself as calm as possible and smile when I speak. Sometimes I don't know. Has it really changed, or is it an illusion created by me because I think I should change like this."
Cao Weiying stood on the edge of the cliff drinking wine, looking at the traces of falling snow on the ground that looked like fallen flowers.
"People's deeds do not matter their hearts. If we can really create such an illusion for a lifetime, why can't we really change?"
"So why did Junior Brother do this?"
"Because he is afraid of something." Cao Weiying said with a chuckle, "He is worried that if you have too many depressions in your life, you will become a seed brewing hatred. In other words, if you really have a block in your heart, Then he will turn himself into warm wine to pour out those things for you."
Nan Dao quietly looked at the white snow in the distant mountains, and then said slowly: "So I am probably a very troublesome person."
Cao Weiying said sincerely and truthfully: "This is a pertinent, correct and to the point self-judgment."
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and laughed softly, picked up the wine bottle and drank heavily.
"So it's probably like what my junior brother once sang - When will I go back, be an idler, and listen to a piano, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds. I know that some of the things he sang to me. Some of them were sung to Himself. For example, the first song "Yijianmei" - watching people clap their hands and laugh wildly, it doesn't matter if they are sparse, and it doesn't matter if they are crazy. Junior brother may be a sparse person himself, but he stayed quietly with me in Lingnan. It is indeed a touching thing, just like Chen He.”
Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said, "Yes, he may indeed be a good person, but you seem to have talked too much today."
Nan Dao said softly: "Because in a few days, one thousand and three years of the Great Wind Calendar will pass. This is my first year in the world. Although I haven't experienced a lot, I still feel a little sighing, and Chen He is still Not coming back makes me a little disappointed. You Cao Weiying is a fake boy and a real senior, but I am a fake master and a real boy. Young people always have random thoughts - for example, doesn't Chen He regard me as a friend? Random thoughts, and then Emotion."
Cao Weiying sighed and said: "Actually, this is good. At least they are really random thoughts instead of having something on their mind. Senior brother like you named Zhang Xiaoyu won't have random thoughts because he does have a lot of troubles. "
Nan Dao fell silent, and after a long time he said softly: "Yes."
Zhang Xiaoyu's story may keep the two of them talking for a long time.
But Chen He probably wouldn't write a lot of things in such a long-winded way.
So someone felt guilty and ended the conversation on the cliff.
It took a while for Nan Dao to react. He looked at Cao Weiying and said, "Have you met senior brother?"
Cao Weiying said: "I've seen it before. He came here secretly, and then he was probably angry by a man in the town who used an iron block like a salted fish as a sword."
Nan Dao didn't say anything else.
The two stood quietly on the cliff, overlooking the distant scenery.
There may be someone who is really named Bei Dao who wrote something - We were still young at that time, walking through the ruins, pines and cypresses, we came to the cliff. Bathed in the sunset, with our hearts as calm as water, we looked into the distance where the clouds and mist were drifting. In fact, nothing can be seen. The joys and sorrows of life are far beyond the horizon, and looking out is a youthful gesture.
Cao Weiying is no longer a teenager.
But the South Island is.
After spending the last few days of this year.
This boy is sixteen years old.
...
Indeed, just as Cao Weiying said, Chen He had a friend named Chen.
His name is Chen Huaifeng, a disciple of the Southern Human Sword Sect.
Because of some very despicable deeds, he appeared in the territory of Qingtian Road in the north. However, he was nowhere to be seen in the temple for a while, so he sat in the temple boredly, drinking wolfberry tea.
Without practice, once you enter the great road, a major stage in the world of practice will be passed, and the rest of the journey will pass slowly.
What's more, just as a certain swordsman in white said many years ago, we still practice diligently during the Chinese New Year, and let outsiders know about it, and they think that our swordsmanship talents are not good!
People like Chen Huaifeng cannot be naturally talented.
Among the two swords and three concepts in the world, there are very few people with bad talents. In the world of people who live less than a hundred years, the stories of the spiritual world are often told by them.
Although he entered the avenue at the age of thirty-two, he was a bit slow among the talented ones.
But this may not be related to the habits of the human sword sect. Playing cards every day, or hanging out among the world, will naturally be lazy in cultivation.
What's more, Cong Ren, a lazy person, sleeps there every day, so there is no one to urge them to practice well.
Although Chen Huaifeng is still diligent, people who maintain health are always a bit indifferent, and sometimes they tend to be suspicious because they wake up in the morning and urinate yellow.
Except for saving money to marry a wife.
Of course, Chen Huaifeng is also an old acquaintance in the world, and everyone knows what kind of person he is.
Guanli didn't bother him while he was drinking tea and maintaining health.
Chen Huaifeng went down the mountain out of boredom and went to the town to chat with the man named Chen He.
Drinking warm wine alone and hot tea alone, sitting on the snowy street, there is an inexplicable harmony.
While Chen He was reading the biography, Chen Huaifeng sat aside with his teacup in his arms, quietly watching the people coming and going in the town.
Although people on the roadside always see it this way sometimes.
But when Chen Huaifeng looked at it this way, it always made Chen He feel that he was still in Nanyi City, as the gatekeeper disciple of the Human Sword Sect, watching the storms in the world.
Chen Huaifeng himself thinks so.
So I went to Chen He to get a biography, flipped through a few pages and put it down again.
"Doesn't look good?"
"I do not like."
"Then what are you looking at?"
Chen He felt very strange.
Chen Huaifeng held a cup of wolfberry tea, and the old man said to the ground: "We people who maintain health generally have studied in the Spring and Autumn Period."
Of course there is no book like "Spring and Autumn" in this world.
So I probably just look at the prosperity of spring and the decline of autumn, so as to know when to put on spring velvet autumn pants.
"..." Chen He was speechless, took back the biography, and put it back on the original stall.
"You said last time that there was something going on in the temple, but it hasn't been resolved yet?"
Chen He asked casually while drinking and looking at the book in his hand.
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "Not yet. It might have been solved soon, but something happened in the spiritual world and all the rivers stopped, so it probably won't be solved until after the New Year."
Chen He said thoughtfully: "That's it. It should be soon. After all, the Chinese New Year will be here in a few days."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the people walking in the snow with New Year's goods on the street, nodded and said, "Yes."
"Then when will you return to the south?"
Chen Huaifeng looked at Chen He and said, "Why do you ask this?"
Chen He said with a smile: "If you want to go back then, help me bring something back to a young man."
Chen Huaifeng might have guessed who Chen He was talking about, or he might not.
But this Sword Master brother just sighed softly.
"I don't know, I don't know if I can go back."
"Why?"
Chen He put down the book in his hand and asked doubtfully.
Chen Huaifeng chuckled softly and said: "Because I did something very extreme, the patrons will see me in person. I don't know what price they will make me pay. I have prepared some things, but I don't know if they are enough."
Chen He did not ask Chen Huaifeng what he had done that was too extreme. If he asked too carefully, he would have more things to think about and would be very distressed. Just like those stories about Nan Dao, if he didn't know anything, There won't be so much sorrow.
But he also guessed some.
Because after all, there is only one thing that happened recently in Qingtian Dao.
Things about Lingnan.
Those rumors spread everywhere in the world. Some time ago, I heard that some conflicts between the two races occurred somewhere.
But it has calmed down recently.
Chen He didn't pay attention to those specific details.
Idle people who listen to the wind will naturally listen to the wind well. As for what kind of wind it is, where it comes from and which towns it blows through, it is naturally irrelevant.
Chen He looked at the smiling Chen Huaifeng and said softly: "When you say this, I don't know whether you mean you are miserable or Qingtian Dao is miserable."
Chen Huaifeng took a sip of wolfberry tea and said: "It's all miserable, because in the end, we are all victims of certain undercurrents."
"But no matter what, I still have to live well this year, otherwise if the world knows about it, we in the spiritual world will think we can't afford to lose."
Chen He laughed and said, "Yes. I'll buy some ingredients and prepare them later. Will you have tea or wine then?"
Chen Huaifeng tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Drinking in a bar or drinking tea during the Chinese New Year is always a bit too deserted. It needs to be more lively."
The words "be livelier" don't look like something that can be said from Chen Huaifeng's mouth.
Maybe there is indeed some fear.
After all, he was prepared to pay the price and came to Qingtian Road in the north alone, but he had to wait.
In fact, it is a very painful process.
I always have some expectations, but I have to break those expectations to avoid too big a gap when the time comes.
Over and over again, over and over again.
Waiting lonely, gloomy waiting.
