cape.
In the evening breeze, two figures appeared there.
Black robes and white clothes flew around.
The two of them looked at the boundless sea quietly.
"Actually, I've been having a question."
The man in white said softly.
"Whether the endless ocean is further away, or the sky above us is further away."
The hunting figure in black robes on the side said calmly: "Maybe the Styx River is further away."
The figure in white looked back at the returning river that flowed backwards until it hung high above the heads of the world.
There may be a small boat in the river slowly going upstream.
"I thought you would give her a gift anyway."
"Isn't she your junior sister? Why don't you go?"
The two looked at each other quietly, and no one continued to talk about the matter.
Silence fell on the cliff.
The sea breeze blows constantly, and the distant sky is like water.
"Have you ever been to Yaofeng?"
The figure in white turned back and asked slowly.
"No."
The black-robed figure answered simply.
The two said nothing more, and then their figures were slowly blown away by the evening breeze.
.......
It's actually night in the world.
When the child left Qiushui, his parents were looking for him everywhere in the town. When they saw the child walking out of the woods outside the town, they asked anxiously: "Where have you been? Are you running around after the New Year's Eve dinner?"
The child lowered his head and said softly: "Going to find my friend."
"I told you not to go out and play with others casually. You don't even know how to go home during the Chinese New Year."
The child didn't look aggrieved when being scolded by his parents. He just walked quietly with his head lowered. When he was almost at the door of his house, he said softly: "She is dead."
His parents were stunned for a long time, not knowing what this meant.
"What nonsense are you talking about during the Chinese New Year? Even if you quarrel with someone, you can't curse them like this, you know?"
The child said nothing more and just walked back to the yard quietly.
My parents were still talking a lot behind me.
The children no longer had the inclination to listen.
He was a little confused and a little sad.
So he was at a loss and left the sword beside the autumn water, outside the thatched cottage.
He knew what the great human demon named Qiu Shui meant.
Ask him to help look after the sword.
This is the meaning that can be tasted between the lines of those conversations.
The child was thinking about many things randomly, so he ate in a hurry and went to bed.
"It seems that he did have a quarrel with his little friend."
My parents whispered outside the door.
The child lay quietly on the bed, eyes closed.
Maybe it was because he had been through a lot recently and he planned to have a good sleep.
I’ll go to Qiushui next year to see it again.
Children deliberately think of tomorrow as next year.
It seems like this will give you a long time to digest something.
...
The New Year's Eve in the human world may have something to do with whether someone returns to the Styx by the autumn water, or it may not have anything to do with it.
Li Qinghua put on a new blue and white skirt and walked quietly in the snowy alley.
Then he stopped on the long street that ran north to south and extended from many towns.
The lights are brightly lit on the long street. Even if it is a quiet town on weekdays, it is still lively at times like this. People are laughing and walking through the streets happily.
There were children playing at the edge of the town, and from time to time some bright lights flashed across the sky.
It illuminates the human world with incomparable splendor.
Li Qinghua stood quietly on the street, raising her hands habitually to hold the smooth wall beside her, and then leaned her head on it, her eyes passing through the red lanterns and falling towards this The far end of a long street.
When the light of those fireworks shines on the face, it is gorgeous and bright.
But it’s also lonely.
Li Qinghua watched and waited quietly.
It's Zhang Xiaoyu's business that Zhang Xiaoyu is a bastard.
It's Zhang Xiaoyu's fault if Zhang Xiaoyu doesn't come.
It's Li Qinghua's business to wait here.
The stories she collected along the way, the joys and sorrows and pains, have yet to be properly told to that person.
In the alley not far away, a door opened, and a carpenter watched there for a long time.
Then the door closed.
There are fewer and fewer people on the streets.
The excitement in the town has not diminished.
It's just that those lively Li Qinghua can't be seen.
People sit around and enjoy themselves with their families under the lights.
Li Qinghua just leaned against the street wall alone, raising her head when a bunch of fireworks exploded in the night.
"Happy New Year, Zhang Xiaoyu."
Li Qinghua said softly.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu was walking on a trail outside a town somewhere in the human world.
He could naturally hear the excitement in the world, and he could also imagine what it was like.
He also lived on earth for twenty-five years.
So he stopped, raised his head and looked at the sky quietly.
In fact, I can't see anything, I'm just blind.
It just seems like I can actually see it.
——Zhang Xiaoyu was walking neatly in white clothes on the brightly lit streets, looking at the world with a smile.
Someone squeezed past and didn't forget to say Happy New Year.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what he was doing.
Maybe he was going back to Jianzong to have New Year's Eve dinner with his senior brothers, or maybe he had already finished eating and was planning to go to a card hall to play cards.
Then he saw a girl waiting for a long time in the snow on the street.
Li Qinghua looked at him with a smile, stood on tiptoes at the other end of the crowd and waved, saying happily.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, Happy New Year!"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and thought about it.
This is New Year's Eve in the year 102 of the Dafeng Calendar.
What did Zhang Xiaoyu say at that time?
"Happy New Year, Li Qinghua."
Zhang Xiaoyu also raised his hand and waved, speaking softly.
Then he lowered his hand in the night.
Walk quietly along the path outside the town.
...
On the night of December 30th in the year 1002 of the Gale Calendar, when a certain handsome swordsman in white looked at the bright and happy smile on the face of that soft woman, he actually thought about it and stopped like this. .
only.
That night Li Qinghua was pushed away by the crowd.
And this night.
Zhang Xiaoyu was pushed away by his own river.
...
Destiny is the intersection of all choices in life.
...
Beyond the rumor wind, if Zhang Xiaoyu just walked quietly, he would have to walk a long distance before he could return to the false capital.
But the sword cultivator whose white clothes were no longer clean was just a passer-by to this fake city where the wind and snow were still blowing.
Therefore, whether Zhang Xiaoyu comes or not, there will not be one less or one more light in this once yellow-liang capital.
Shuhe held his own lantern, like a helpless old man, sitting on the steps of a street somewhere in the world, looking at a long street by the Liuhe River with great emotion, where the lights were shining like the people in the world.
The two men, who looked like a young master and a servant, held umbrellas in the snow and passed by the old man from Nanchu.
No one said anything.
Shuhe just held his own lantern.
Sometimes I look at my own lantern, sometimes I look at the distant mountain in the human night.
Someone's boat has almost reached the top of the mountain, and then left the boundaries of the human world and truly stepped into the River Styx.
Shuhe only looked at it from time to time, but he didn't know whether such a woman had actually stepped into the River Styx.
The world is moving towards deeper colors in the wind and snow.
On December 30, 1003 in the Gale Calendar, perhaps it will be lost in the noise of the world.
The people in the false capital did not return to the yard early to sit with the lights and chat with their families like the people in some mountain and forest towns.
It was very lively to stay in the wind and snow on the street.
Some people are looking at the hourglass, others are looking at the night.
Shuhe didn't look at anything. He held the lantern, looked at the road under his feet, and walked quietly into the bustle. All the way towards the palace.
The emperors of Huangliang have always had no binding force on the people of the witch and ghost way.
That's why there was such a thing that the wizards all over the world didn't dare to take the lead.
Shuhe went to the palace, naturally not to meet the useless emperor who only said good things.
But to meet those goddesses in the belief of gods and ghosts.
So he was sincere, pious and solemn, looked at the road under his feet seriously, and walked towards the red wall of snow and wind step by step.
Pedestrians on the road sometimes looked at this old man walking on the street with a lantern, and looked at him with confusion.
Sometimes I don’t care so much and just say Happy New Year sincerely.
Shuhe did nothing and said nothing.
Like a believer who has been waiting devoutly for thousands of years, walking step by step.
His head was just lowered, but it seemed to have been knocked on the snow.
His steps were steady, as if he was always weighing his weight.
The road to the palace is extremely long.
The guards at the palace gate acted as if they had not seen him and allowed such an old man to walk into the palace gate calmly.
All the way through the quiet and clean path covered with snow, we stopped under a tall building somewhere.
Shuhe stood there quietly, kneeling down with piety.
When his forehead touched the wind and snow, a chill spread from his neck.
So Shuhe knew that someone had truly entered the River Styx.
His head rolled down to the side of the lantern. The lantern was covered with blood and was very bright red.
But his body still kneeled devoutly on the wind and snow path for a long time.
It was an extremely ordinary sword strike, just like when he knelt down, there was such a savage butcher standing next to him, and he slashed him with a sword.
That is also a sword that is difficult to reproduce in the world - in a wine shop on a winter day, the sword has been unsheathed and waiting here.
Shuhe's eyes widened and he swayed back and forth in the wind and snow.
It's like a clay pot that was accidentally dropped. Although it didn't break, the red wine inside spilled out, so it rolled back and forth unwillingly.
So how did that sword cultivator know that at a certain moment, he would walk through the long streets of the world, through the wind and snow, and appear here, lowering his head piously and solemnly, and revealing everything without any defense?
Shuhe once thought that he should at least have the defensive power to face that sword.
How could an old Southern Chu spirit wizard die so easily?
Shu He might have seen his black boat, or maybe not, but after the swaying in the wind and snow finally stopped, he opened his eyes and looked up the tall building.
On top of the tall building, a woman in a long black dress stood quietly, perhaps once glancing down below.
But just watching the wind and snow.
"Your followers are dead."
The imperial companion looked down at the pious old spirit wizard who had just begun to kneel down, and his neck was cut off by the sudden sword light.
But Yao Ji, who was holding an umbrella beside her, just said calmly: "Yes."
The emperor looked at Yao Ji quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "I thought you would at least save him. At least you are a rare pious person in the world."
Yao Ji lowered her head and looked again at the body illuminated by a bunch of lights in the wind and snow below.
The face of this ancient Chu god and ghost was very calm.
"What do you think piety is?"
The emperor said softly: "I don't know."
Yao Ji quietly looked at the Nanchu spirit wizard under the tall building. The sword light had disappeared into the night.
"When he came closer to this tall building little by little, he was no longer pious."
"Someone let him see his own life and death, so he began to doubt - such a sword is a sword that travels through the years of cause and effect. If gods and ghosts really hide the world and cover life and death for the world, then such a sword How can the cause and effect be self-consistent?"
"So he began to have seeds of doubt, so he came to this tall building respectfully like a devout believer."
The emperor stood aside silently and said slowly: "So as far as gods and ghosts are concerned, people who are insincere are not worthy of protection?"
Yao Ji looked at the emperor beside her quietly.
"The benevolence of gods and ghosts naturally has clear boundaries, so we will call you our people."
"Isn't he?"
"Of course he is."
Facing the Emperor's questioning, Yao Ji remained extremely calm.
"But you need to understand that gods and ghosts pity the world, not individuals. Conquests among humans are things that have nothing to do with gods and ghosts. Such things can only originate from and end in selfish desires."
However, the emperor laughed softly and said: "So the God of Ceremony cannot be rich or lucky, nor can he live for thousands of years."
This emperor who always likes to talk about good things turned to look at Yao Ji and said quietly: "Then what does the world need gods and ghosts for?"
"It is extremely ridiculous to question gods and ghosts based on the selfish desires of human beings."
The emperor couldn't help but smile, looking at the calm woman beside him, and then stopped smiling, and said slowly: "But Lord Goddess, we are human beings, if we have no selfish desires, then why don't we respect ourselves and go instead?" God of Ceremony?"
Yao Ji turned her head and looked at the emperor quietly for a long time, who she always thought was a fool who only laughed.
Then he turned back and looked at the brightly lit world.
The human world on January 1, one thousand and four years in the calendar of the great wind.
"Yes, the world's longing for gods and ghosts is actually longing for their own selfish desires. You remind me of what a Taoist said to the little girl in Daze - when you see right and wrong, you will walk into right and wrong. "If you know good and evil, you will become good and evil; if you listen to sorrow and joy, you will have sorrow and joy; if you have benevolence, you will have partiality."
Yao Ji said calmly: "I didn't understand at the time why he would say such things to such a little girl."
Yao Ji's eyes fell to the distant north of the human world.
"But now I understand, he didn't say it to the person named Wang Xiaohua, but to me."
"Like you, he is mocking me and the gods and ghosts. People in the north are indeed smarter than you and can see further."
"Perhaps when we first gained consciousness from the authority of the Styx, we were the embodiment of the world's selfish desires."
Yao Ji lowered her head and looked at the cold body under the tall building again.
"But you have to know that the gods and ghosts in the world are far more than just selfish desires. You have to think about it carefully. If, as you said, the gods and ghosts born from the selfish desires of the world ignore the selfish desires of the world, then what do we mean? , what exactly is it?”
The emperor stood there in silence.
"It is of course very valuable for a Taoist to be able to satirize gods and ghosts with selfish desires, but for an emperor to only focus on selfish desires instead of looking at the world, are you mocking me or yourself?"
"Exploring the truth is a matter for thinkers, protecting the world is a matter for gods and ghosts, and letting your people live in peace and security is what you have to do. Coexist in the world and each does his or her own thing. This was the essence of the witchcraft, ghost, and god religion back then. "
The emperor raised his head and looked at Yao Ji blankly.
He may have understood the reason why such a vast era collapsed - someone went beyond their responsibilities and broke the balance of such an existence.
"The world always attributes the collapse of an era like that to the doting of the gods and ghosts on the world." Yao Ji said calmly, "But is it not the reason why some people have higher aspirations than the sky and want to ask for the cauldron of the sky?"
"I do not deny the frailties of the world's people who live under the shadow of gods and ghosts. Since I was the righteous god of ancient Chu, I can naturally see it much more clearly than you."
"But being weak in the world is not a blessing."
"It's like what some people in the north are doing."
"Those who stand low always want to look high, but those who think they are in the quagmire will never understand that there is actually nowhere to see when you reach the top."
Silence fell on the tall building.
The emperor said nothing more.
Yao Ji turned her head to look at the wind and snow in the world, and slowly said the last words.
"You need to return to the palace to prepare, Your Majesty."
...
By the Liuhe River, there were two people who looked like masters and servants walking on the snowy and busy streets.
Of course, the wind and snow will not be lively, but the people of the world will be lively.
The two walked for a long time and passed an old man holding a lantern.
"He looks like he should have raised the money."
After leaving the old man, Yun Zhusheng stood under the umbrella and said softly.
Han Chan nodded and said, "That should be the case, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here so quietly in a daze."
The two of them walked along. Yun Zhusheng held an umbrella and held a heater, and stopped somewhere in the Liuhe River.
"One thousand and three years of the Great Wind Calendar may be over."
Yun Zhusheng said softly, quietly watching the lights flowing in the long river blurred by the wind and snow.
"Who knows?" Hanchan stood aside and looked at the sky quietly.
They didn't look at the clock, so they didn't know when the new year would begin.
Until in the darkness of the human world, among the bright fireworks, a sword light suddenly passed by.
Yun Zhusheng raised his head and looked at the sword light quietly.
Han Chan smiled softly, raised his head, and watched the sword light leave with ease.
"Senior brother."
The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple said softly.
Yun Zhusheng turned around and saw the sincere and bright smile on the face of this sword cultivator who took good care of him all the way.
"Happy New Year."
But before Yun Zhusheng could respond, a cold tingling feeling came from his heart.
Yun Zhusheng lowered his head, and Han Chan held the sword very steadily in his hand. Although the smile on his face was sincere, the blessing was also sincere.
But the sword pierced his heart coldly with that Happy New Year sound.
The mighty sword intent and the vitality of heaven and earth overflowed from the sword body, and poured into the weak body of the young Taoist along with the coldness of the wind and snow.
Then it spread everywhere.
Yun Zhusheng lowered his head and coughed softly, blood flowing from the corners of his lips.
But he still raised his head, showing a pale smile amidst the pain caused by the sword intent that could destroy everything.
"Happy New Year, junior brother."
.......
People sincerely believe in these four words Happy New Year.
It seems like the coming year will be really happy.
