Chen He left Laogou Town, while Cao Weiying still walked forward, and then stepped on a piece of night that was sinking in the corner of the light, and stood on a black eaves with snow at the end of the town.
Then he carried the wine gourd and walked towards the corner of the eaves. He didn't sit down until he stood on the edge of the roof and looked at this human town with a smile.
The large lake outside the town seemed to be illuminated by lights that were not very far away, and the sea of flowers in the distance swayed in the wind.
There is a girl on the street of the town carrying a basket and walking towards this side of the street.
In the spring, there were many fresh fruits in the basket.
And now it's become some food.
For example, tofu, new fish from the lake bought from people in the town by the lake, and some cabbage stored for the winter.
The girl, who had no name like everyone else in the town, slowly walked to the eaves with a basket in hand and looked up at the young man drinking on the eaves.
"Do you want to come celebrate the New Year together?"
Such a human story did not evolve in a long history, but depended on the thoughts of a certain boy.
The girl may not have known what celebrating the New Year was before, but now she seems to suddenly understand how to celebrate the New Year.
So he earnestly invited this young man who seemed to have nowhere to go.
Cao Weiying shook her head with a smile and said, "No, you just celebrate the New Year. I'll just watch you celebrate the New Year."
The girl was probably a little confused and said, "Can you still watch us celebrate the New Year?"
Cao Weiying nodded, took a sip of wine, and said, "I have to take a good look at it to be sure whether you will really celebrate the New Year. For example, I have discovered a problem now, you need to have a name."
The girl was holding a basket and tilting her head on the long street under the eaves, thinking, "What do you need a name for?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, looking at the town with all the lights on earth.
"Now that I know your name, I can tell you Happy New Year."
The girl thought for a long time, but probably didn't have a good idea.
“Is the New Year’s Eve after tomorrow?”
"Now is the Chinese New Year, and tomorrow will be the new year."
"Okay, then I'll go back and think about it today."
Cao Weiying smiled and said, "Okay."
So the girl carried the basket and left this place along the small town in the dim light of night.
Cao Weiying was still sitting on the eaves, at the intersection of the remaining snow on the eaves and the human world below, drinking peach blossom wine and quietly watching this human story.
After a long time.
A young man also came over.
It was Nan Dao holding an umbrella and carrying a fish.
After Nan Dao found this place all the way, he saw Cao Weiying sitting on the roof overlooking the town.
"What are you doing sitting up here?"
Cao Weiying glanced at the boy, and then looked at the fish in his hand.
"Look at how they celebrate the New Year, what are you doing here with a fish?"
"So that's it." Nan Dao didn't say much. He just raised the fish in his hand and said with a smile: "Today we were fishing in the snow. This was caught by Lu Xiaosan. Although this boy is naughty, I haven’t forgotten you and asked me to bring you one. Aren’t you very touched?”
Cao Weiying chuckled and said, "As long as he doesn't call that dog Cao Weiying, I'll be very touched."
Nan Dao thought about Lu Xiaosan's little native dog that he had brought back from Tiantian Town, and laughed softly, and then he also stepped on the ridge of the roof, and the two of them sat on the edge of the ridge of the roof together.
The town in the night was lit with many red lanterns, like red fires lit dots in the dark coals. Then the fire slowly grew in intensity until the long street in the lights turned into a red river.
And the town turned into the sea.
Nan Dao put the fish aside, dropped one foot under the eaves, and stepped on the roof with one foot. He sat under the umbrella with his hands on his hands and looked at the scene of the town. He said softly: "This should be them." Let’s celebrate the New Year for the first time.”
Cao Weiying nodded and said: "Yes, there will be a second time if there is a first time."
Nan Dao looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know if this is my first time celebrating the New Year."
Cao Weiying drank wine and turned to look at the young man under the umbrella.
Nan Dao looked away.
"The town outside Nanyi City has disappeared."
Nan Dao said very calmly.
"I spent fifteen years there, and then in April, when I returned there, there was nothing - I should be celebrating the New Year, but sometimes I am not sure. The town that represents past memories is like Nothing has ever existed, which inevitably makes people feel that nothing has ever existed.”
Nan Dao smiled softly, took off his wine bottle from his waist, and drank the peach blossom wine that he had drunk in his memory for many years.
"Sometimes I think, in fact, there is no Nanke Town in the first place. It's just that I was sitting on the guardrail by the river outside the gate of the Human Sword Sect, and accidentally had a dream, and then I took the dream seriously at a loss - If someone loses his memory and happens to be dreaming when he wakes up, will he regard the human world in the dream as real and think that he is a person who has entered by mistake and does not belong to this world?"
Cao Weiying said with a slight smile: "Dreams have always been in the human world, and a thousand years have never passed. The matter of butterfly dreams has always been an unanswerable question. But yours is obviously not the case."
Nan Dao frowned and said, "Then how to answer?"
Cao Weiying tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "Look at the human world."
Nan Dao looked at the town, but still didn't understand what it meant.
Cao Weiying then spoke more clearly.
"The probability of everyone in the world having the same dream is extremely slim."
Nan Dao then remembered a story from a long time ago in March.
An empty flagon.
——This is the wine flask your father gave you, telling you to practice well.
These were the original words that Yunhu didn't know at the time.
The story is simple.
An old drunkard named Qing Xiang went to the town and brought back a jug of wine, but he couldn't hold it back and drank it himself, so he just gave the jug over.
It was like a thunder in Nan Dao's mind.
Yes.
The world is vast, there are thousands of people, and the years are long.
But even in all dimensions of time and space, the probability of everyone having the same dream is still very slim.
How could it happen that I happened to have the same dream as Qing Xiang?
Nan Dao stared blankly at the world.
Yes, Nanke Town does exist.
But after Nan Dao figured out the problem, he fell silent again.
The thunder turned into a fine snow.
So the originally quiet town began to slowly fall with fine snow, which gave the warm lights a hazy color.
Celebrate the New Year with fine snow.
However, Nan Dao had no intention of looking at these things. He just turned to look at the young man in Qing Shang beside him.
"So why did that town disappear in the first place?"
Cao Weiying just held the wine gourd in her hand, took a sip of wine, and said very calmly: "You are walking on the twelfth floor, don't you understand?"
Nan Dao suddenly fell silent.
Cao Weiying seemed to add fuel to the fire, patting Nan Dao on the shoulder with a smile and said: "You did have a story about a small town, but now you are alone, young man."
What was unexpected was that the young man sitting on the ridge of the snow-covered roof in the small town had no emotions at all. He just broke away from the silence and looked at the snowy town quietly.
It’s the New Year approaching, and the town is full of lights, noise, laughter and snow.
"Yes."
Nan Dao said softly.
"How far has he gone?"
Cao Weiying tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "Destroy my heart and step on Tianmen? I have not paid attention to the story of the East China Sea blacksmith."
No one in the world paid attention to it.
Probably only a certain swordsman in white who once slept on his stomach on the bridge of the Jianzong Garden knew something about it.
Nan Dao said slowly: "No wonder I always feel chaotic in my life."
It turns out that my father is a boss on the twelfth floor of the human world?
Even people like Bai Fengyu back then just stopped before Zhan Xinwo.
Who knows what kind of existence that Donghai blacksmith is.
But the world has never heard any news.
"But you are right. From a blood perspective, I am indeed alone now." Nan Dao was also very calm.
If you want to become an immortal, you must forget yourself. My heart is not dead and there is no way.
The people on the twelfth floor are naturally alone at the end.
The night above the roof became quiet.
Something fell with a thud.
But it was the fish that Nan Dao had put aside earlier. It was probably frozen by the sudden fine snow, and it jumped around and fell down.
The two returned to the current story.
"Can you grill fish?"
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and said.
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "I haven't baked it in many years. I wonder if it can be eaten. Don't you know?"
Nan Dao said sincerely: "I can't, I am a little waste in the world."
People in the world are always versatile, but the boy has only learned to write some neat handwriting.
Cao Weiying laughed, jumped off the roof, bent down and picked up the grass carp with a cane stuck in its mouth.
"It doesn't matter if you don't, there are people in town who can."
Nan Dao also jumped down.
"Is there anyone selling grilled fish in town?"
"No, but they sell roasted chicken. They know how to roast chicken, and they always roast some fish. But I don't know if they have closed down."
Cao Weiying carried the fish and headed towards the long street where the shop selling roast chicken was located in the town.
The two walked through the fine snow and stopped in front of the shop.
The shop was indeed not closed, but the shopkeeper looked at the fish Cao Weiying was carrying and said with a sad face: "I have a stove, and I can bake chickens, but I have never grilled fish."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Do you need to rub spices on the roasted chicken to get rid of the earthy smell on the chicken?"
"Yes."
"Then you can rub some spices on the fish to remove the fishy smell from the fish."
The shopkeeper looked at Cao Weiying suspiciously and lifted the fish over.
"Do you want to keep the fish scales?"
"Do you like to eat fish scales?"
"I don't like to eat."
Cao Weiying sighed and said: "Then why do you keep it? You can't expect it to survive the fire with fish scales and still be alive and kicking with you to celebrate the New Year."
"Ha ha ha ha."
The shopkeeper began to deal with the fish by drawing inferences from one example to another.
Cao Weiying and Nan Dao stood under the eaves and stared at the roast chickens inside. Cao Weiying then walked in and took out two.
Nan Dao looked at the roast chicken in Cao Weiying's hand and was very confused.
"Can you eat so much?"
Cao Weiying wrapped the roasted chicken there and said, "I'll take it back for you to feed the little boys."
"Where's the grilled fish?"
"I'll eat it alone." Cao Weiying said, looking at Nandao with raised eyebrows and said, "This is Lu Xiaosan's filial piety to me. You don't plan to get a share of the pie, right?"
"..."
Nan Dao was speechless. If he really couldn't win, he would have to give Cao Weiying a break.
I saw you were all alone in the town, so I came here to keep you company, but you still treat me like this?
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and handed the two roast chickens to Nan Dao.
"When you leave, you can go to the Zhenkou Wine Shop to get some wine. I made a lot of peach blossom wine this time. Although Chen Heshun left some, there should be a lot more."
Nan Dao asked curiously: "Chen He has been here?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Yes, and this time he came to the town to buy tofu to make delicious food for his new friend."
"..."
Nan Dao felt that Cao Weiying always wanted to light a fire.
But the young man didn't pay attention, he just remembered the day in March this year when he first met Chen He.
That day, Chen He invited him to have a drink and chat very attentively.
At first I thought he thought there was something strange about him to be like this.
Later I realized that Chen He was probably such a person.
Chic and comfortable.
"That's naturally good."
Nan Dao said with a chuckle.
When Chen He fished himself out of the heavenly prison, he left Nanyi City without looking back, as if he had made some determination.
In fact, Nandao was very clear at that time.
The intersection between the two may end here.
Is there any unending feast in life?
It was just a chance encounter in the world after that.
Nan Dao no longer paid attention to Cao Weiying who was waiting for grilled fish behind him. He carried two roast chickens and went to make peach blossom stuffing.
Cao Weiying stood under the snowy eaves, smiling as she watched the young man leave happily.
Yes.
Of course you have to be more chic in life.
Unless the young boy Xiaojing burnt his own fish.
Cao Weiying smelled the burnt smell and turned to look into the shop.
It turns out that grilled fish may indeed be different from grilled chicken.
...
The sword was inserted casually in front of the thatched cottage.
Although the night cannot be seen along this autumn river, you can know the current time by looking at the world from a distance.
Just knowing the time is probably not that important.
Someone bought tofu and went back to make delicious food for his friends.
Someone exchanged the fish for the roast chicken, and when they walked into the small building, they were greeted by the young boys cheering, "Uncle Master is so handsome!" '.
But Qiu Shui just sat quietly beside the autumn water.
One pool of autumn water faces another pool of autumn water.
There seems to be a lot of noise far away in the world, beyond the dusk, across the mountains and forests, and falling on both sides of the autumn water.
Probably the laughter in the night.
Qiu Shui didn't think about such useless self-pity words like "But the excitement is other people's."
Just sitting quietly, looking at the long river in front of me that carries the twilight and flows to the endless deep ocean in the distance.
I probably vaguely heard the sound of Nian Yuyu.
So Qiu Shui also planned to catch some fish.
Just when I started to think this way, a fish jumped out from the bank and jumped on the bank full of maple leaves.
Qiu Shui smiled to himself.
"I'm just thinking about it. Even if I really eat you, I won't have enough food every year."
There is no more autumn water.
This year is the last year.
After today, it will be the last day.
But she was very peaceful, just like she had been sitting quietly on a high cliff for thousands of years.
Waiting for the years to go by, waiting for everything to pass away.
There may have been a lot of commotion in the world because of this woman's descent from the cliff.
But for Qiu Shui, he was just about to die, so he passed through the human world, returned to his hometown, returned to the place where he was, and spent his last period of time quietly.
So the fish with the glow on its scales fell back into the river again.
In the twilight of the human world, a sword light came, and then fell into the hands of the woman sitting by the autumn water.
It's a piece of green bamboo.
The bamboo leaves that can be so green at this time in the world naturally only come from Mojian Cliff.
Qiu Shui quietly looked at the bamboo leaf with some sword marks in his hand, and then pinned it next to the peach blossom behind him.
The green bamboos and peach blossoms meet the white snow.
Bamboo leaves are naturally just ordinary bamboo leaves, maybe asking a question.
When will that sword return to the cliff?
Qiu Shui looked quietly towards the East China Sea, and then spoke softly, as if talking to himself.
"If you leave this sword on the cliff, you can't defend it."
So Qiu Shui brought it all the way to the edge of Qiu Shui and inserted it in front of that thatched cottage.
Come down the cliff, whether it's the little girl with the spirit of Da Siming, or the goddess who has revived in the big swamp.
In fact, it is not necessary to carry this sword.
But Qiu Shui still brought it all the way, even if the moment the sword left the cliff, the entire Dao Cultivator in the world was more or less injured.
It's just that Qiu Shui had to do this.
She stood in the ancestral courtyard of Yaofengxuanxuyuan for a long time.
Qingxuanxu's arm bones were missing.
What is the use of the arm bones of such a scholar who has never practiced Buddhism?
Sometimes it's useless, sometimes it's useful.
For example, this scholar is the first person after Qing Yi who can pull out this sword.
Of course Qiu Shui can pull it out, but this is a different concept. Qiu Shui pulls out the sword, but it cannot suppress the sword intent. Such vast and fierce sword intent may destroy the entire world.
But the scholar drew his sword as if he were an ordinary sword.
In other words.
Qingxuanxu was the only person after Qingyi who recognized the owner of this sword.
So what is the use of the arm bones of Qingxuanxu?
Qiu Shui didn't think about it, and just calmly carried the sword through the world.
She wants to die in Qiushui, and she also wants to leave the sword in Qiushui for a short time.
If she dies here, no one will dare to touch this sword.
...
In a certain poker hall in the East China Sea.
The card players have all gone back to celebrate the New Year.
However, the two people still gathered a table of mahjong.
The two sat facing each other from north to south, and two young men who came from nowhere and looked very similar to them filled the empty seats of the two people who went home for the New Year.
The man sitting in the corner touched the cards, looked at his own cards, and said calmly: "You are still very bad at playing cards."
Later, the man in white said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Winning or losing at the poker table never proves anything."
"It's the same behind the poker table."
"We'll know when the time comes."
