Naturally, it’s not just the South Island that needs to leave.
When Zhang San ran to the alley with some food in the evening, he found that Chen Qingshan was already standing at the entrance of the alley, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, drinking in the wind and snow at the entrance of the alley.
Zhang San thought that after staying in the yard for so long, Chen Qingshan was finally willing to take a walk. While climbing the alley with a smile, he looked up at Chen Qingshan above and said, "The real person finally came out to take a look today." Are you in the human world in the city?"
Chen Qingshan drank the previously heated wine, coughed twice and said, "Where is your daughter?"
Zhang San was stunned for a moment, then realized something, stopped there, and said, "Is the real person going to leave?"
Chen Qingshan didn't speak, just nodded.
"Don't real people have to wait for someone?"
Zhang San asked in confusion as he thought about what happened to Chen Qingshan before.
Chen Qingshan chuckled and said: "You don't have to wait until you are satisfied. Sometimes you wait for a long time and find that the person still hasn't come, then you will know that he is probably living a very happy life. So of course there is no need to wait any longer.”
Zhang San rubbed his face in distress and said, "So the real person is waiting for his sweetheart?"
Chen Qingshan glared at Zhang San angrily.
After all, 'he' and 'she' cannot be distinguished in words.
However, he said calmly: "It can indeed be said that I am my sweetheart."
The word sweetheart can naturally be more than just love.
Zhang San was thinking about some words to persuade him, but he heard Chen Qingshan take a sip of wine and say calmly: "I will wait here for a quarter of an hour."
When Zhang San heard this, he stopped thinking about the mess. He hurried up and put the things in his hands next to Chen Qingshan, and then hurried down the alley.
Chen Qingshan stood quietly at the entrance of the alley. The wind and snow were much lighter than a year ago.
Snowstorms in the south always come later and end faster.
Therefore, the snowstorm in Shanyue City has lightened up, but as Chen Qingshan heads north, he may still have to watch the snowstorm for a long time.
The things Zhang San brought were put aside, including rice cakes without chili peppers, some steamed bacon and a roasted chicken.
There is also a small pot of wine that looks very exquisite, perhaps the more expensive kind in Shanyue City.
Chen Qingshan drank the wine in his hand, then looked down at the jug of wine, looked at it a little, squatted down, picked up the jug, and turned it around in his hand a few times. There was a small paper label on the other side, which was straight. There are four characters written on the ground: Shan Yue I don’t know.
It looks decent, but I don't know how it tastes.
Chen Qingshan is not an alcoholic, except when he is depressed.
So he picked up the jug of wine and put it in his arms, and then sat relaxedly on the steps of the alley, eating the bacon and roasted chicken and drinking wine.
There were footsteps behind me, but they were far away.
Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows and looked back. He saw the woman who was probably from Donghai standing quietly in the alley. The Qingtuan Sword had been put away and held in her hand, and she was watching quietly there. Chen Qingshan.
Chen Qingshan turned his head and pinched a piece of bacon - it was very light and steamed, so it only tasted of pure bacon flavor.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Chen Qingshan was eating bacon and drinking wine. The light food made his tone equally dull.
The aroma of bacon floats in the wind and snow.
Green Pepper's voice is probably also floating in the air.
"If you wanted to kill me, you would have killed me a few years ago."
Chen Qingshan tilted his head and thought, but he probably couldn't remember what it was like, so after worrying about it for a while, he calmly said: "The situation at that time may be different from now. Since I know that you are going to If you come to kill me, there will be no reason to let you go like I did then."
Qingjiao listened to the ambiguous words in Chen Qingshan's mouth, remained silent for a while, and said, "Have you forgotten what you have done?"
Chen Qingshan said sincerely: "Yes, can you tell me?"
"The strong wind lasted for a thousand years, on February 19th, outside the Jingtao Sword Sect, by the ten-mile-long river." Qingjiao said word by word.
"A boy named Qingtuan."
Chen Qingshan smiled slightly and said: "I remembered. He is the proud disciple of your Jingtao Sword Sect. He went to the mountain at the age of fifteen, saw the mountain in three months, and left the seclusion at the age of sixteen. Such a talent is not bad."
This Shanheguan Taoist was smiling and drinking.
"We in the He Sect like people like this very much. After getting the news from the White Fish Sword Sect in the East China Sea, I went there myself - after all, even if a person like this goes out to sit around, there are always some elders from the sect following him. .”
Chen Qingshan's memory is getting clearer and clearer.
"You were there at that time. You were probably having a tryst with your little lover by the river."
Chen Qingshan stood up, turned around, and looked at Qingjiao behind him who was breathing more and more rapidly.
"At that time, he was bending down to pick up a white pebble from the river for you. Well... he probably planned to use his sword to carve your two names on it very innocently and childishly. It was probably Qing. Tuan Yu...I'm sorry, I left right after I made the move and didn't ask your name."
Chen Qingshan talked nonchalantly.
Finally, the long sword in the hand of the woman in red from the East China Sea was unsheathed, turned into a stream of light, broke through the wind and snow, and shot towards the Taoist of the Mountain and River View.
But it was of no use.
A scrawled Taoist text appeared in the wind and snow in front of Chen Qingshan.
Although Daoyun's golden light was dim, when the Qingtuan Sword came suddenly, it was easily stopped in the wind and snow.
The sword intent bursts out.
But the Taoist who was standing in the alley drinking was like a spring breeze, calmly looking at the East China Sea woman in those sword intentions, and then raised his hand to hold the long sword with cold light that was stopped in front of him, with the sword intention of the storm. After the sword intent was dispersed, the woman in the alley snorted. Chen Qingshan didn't pay attention. He just glanced at it and his eyes fell on the word Qingtuan above the sword for a long time.
"do you know?"
Chen Qingshan stood there calmly.
"You like Zhang Xiaoyu, one of the Three Swordsmen whom you call Senior Brother. If he wants to kill me, he needs to borrow some of Mojianya's Fengxue Sword Intent before he dares to draw his sword at me."
Chen Qingshan held the sword and calmly slashed it diagonally in the wind and snow.
The alley was full of wind and snow. Although there was no sword intention, the vitality of heaven and earth was surging mightily.
"If you are not sure that someone from the Taoist sect will take away your sword, never let your sword leave your hand."
Chen Qingshan raised his hand, and the sword shot back and was inserted in front of Qingjiao.
"Although we don't practice swordsmanship, we can use Tao swords."
These words fell into Qingjiao's ears along with the buzzing sound of the Qingtuan sword being inserted into the ground.
Chen Qingshan turned around and looked at the two figures hurriedly approaching in the long street outside the alley.
"I'm not optimistic that you can kill me, and I'm not interested in explaining to you why He Zong did these things."
"Follow if you want, but you have to know that I am not in a good mood all the time."
Qingjiao was silent for a long time, and raised her hand to wipe the blood flowing from the backlash of having the sword taken away from her lips. It slowly calmed down, and the wind in the alley became gentle again.
This swordsman from the East China Sea quietly pulled out his sword and put it into its sheath.
"I won't always be in the second level of climbing the stairs."
Chen Qingshan shrugged.
It probably doesn't matter.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s the second level of climbing the tower or the ninth level of climbing the tower.
As a Shanhe Taoist who has entered the Taoist path long ago, it is not important.
Zhang Xiaoyu was able to fight with the young master Wubei, who had been bathed in the wind of Daze, back and forth with the cultivation of the Nine Realms. It was simply because the young master Wubei had received some Congren swordsmanship over the years, which was the soul. They were all cut off and could only survive in this world.
Up and down the road, naturally they cannot speak the same language.
For example, between rivers and the East China Sea.
That’s why it’s called Daohai.
Zhang San walked over with his daughter in the wind and snow, looking at the scenes that seemed to have been fought in the alley, he was secretly frightened, but he didn't say anything - he was just a harmless little boy in Shanyue City. Just profiteers.
Faced with such a scene, Zhang San naturally had no choice but to pretend he didn't see it, took his daughter's hand, and stopped in front of Chen Qingshan. He said to Chen Qingshan, "I'm here, the real person", and then looked back at the small town girl who was wearing bloated clothes.
"You should practice well with real people..."
But before he finished speaking, he heard the woman in red in the alley sneer and say: "What do you practice? Become an executioner?"
Chen Qingshan didn't care and said calmly: "Don't worry about what she said."
The girl and Zhang San both nodded.
Zhang San rambled on a lot, and then he took out a soft little purse from his arms, which probably contained some banknotes and the like.
Zhang San stuffed the small purse into the girl, and then left here with three steps. He also wanted to watch the two of them leave here, but then he thought, who knows if that sword cultivator who came from nowhere would know how to do it? If someone is going to break out and kill someone, it's better to run away quickly.
Zhang San walked away in the snow.
The girl stood there wringing her slender fingers with some uneasiness, watching her father gradually walk away.
Chen Qingshan's voice rang from the side.
"May I have your name?"
The girl came back to her senses, glanced at Chen Qingshan, and said softly: "Zhang Lizi, the pear of Lihua, despite my father saying that he will practice cultivation in the future, this name is too vulgar, I want to change my name to Zhang Lizi, leave." Li, purple purple, after all, the real person Lizi does not sound like the real person Li Zi..."
Chen Qingshan shook his head calmly and said: "No need to change, just call it Li Zi."
It's naturally good to call it pear.
It’s not bad to call him Xiaoyu.
If it were called Qingshan, it would probably be the most wonderful place in the world.
Zhang Lizi, a small town girl, nodded, bent down and picked up the food.
Chen Qingshan had already walked out of the alley.
Zhang Lizi looked back at Qingjiao, who was silently holding his sword in the alley, and became a little panicked again, and quickly followed with those things in his arms.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the world is still full of people.
It’s just that there will eventually be some necessary partings.
When we left, the wind and snow gradually stopped, and there was some floating purple in the dusk on the mountainside.
If this sentence were used to explain Li Zi, maybe Chen Qingshan would like it a little bit.
A certain red-clothed sword cultivator from the East China Sea followed.
After all, if he gets lost, it may be difficult to find him, especially for someone with no fixed abode like Chen Qingshan.
...
When Han Chan was sitting on the roof of a tall building somewhere in the human world, looking at the academy, someone walked over through the snow.
It was a sword cultivator who was wearing white clothes that didn't look clean and had a piece missing - the missing piece was covered over his eyes.
Han Chan watched for a long time until the man accurately stepped on the snow on the eaves and walked up to him.
"How do you see clearly?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat down on the roof, thought for a moment and said, "Because there is wind in the world."
Han Chan raised his eyebrows.
"For example, you are now frowning at the snow that has fallen on your face."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.
"There is wind in the world, so things in the world have shapes, but there are no colors, just lines, like a very crude painting."
"But you can color it yourself. For example, if your name is Hanchan, I can think that you are wearing dark brown clothes and sitting on some green tile eaves. The blood on your sword is red, and some white drops are on it. Snow. There is also a package full of money in your arms, and there should be colorful and attractive banknotes inside."
Han Chan said in amazement: "Can you see this?"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly.
"Because I am always short of money, I am very sensitive to things like money."
Zhang Xiaoyu paused and said, "You seem a little excited?"
Han Chan sat on the roof and said with a smile: "Yes, because you are Zhang Xiaoyu, your bounty is much richer than theirs. This makes me a little tempted. What's more, you don't have a sword in your scabbard .....Wait, why is there no sword in your scabbard?"
Han Chan's smile solidified.
Han Chan naturally knew that Shu He died downstairs in Yingfeng.
Therefore, the cause and effect of such a sword should have been settled, and Zhang Xiaoyu's sword should have fallen safely into his sheath.
But now Zhang Xiaoyu still has no sword in the scabbard.
Zhang Xiaoyu faced the wind and might be able to see the surprise on Han Chan's face. He smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, this has nothing to do with you."
Han Chan calmed down and held the sword at his feet.
"Yes, but this way, I seem to be more tempted."
It was just that this temptation was given away sincerely when Zhang Xiaoyu raised a finger.
Han Chan was very surprised to see the extremely deep and majestic Dao Yun on the white-clothed swordsman in front of him.
"When did you enter the Five Layers Realm?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "When I walked back and forth in Yaofeng."
Han Chan let go of the sword in his hand and said melancholy: "I can't understand."
"But you have to learn to understand."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "There has always been a kind of fish in the world. When it sank in the river, it might walk very slowly. But one day, no one responded to its struggle and cry for help, so it was pushed by the tide. As it leaves the human river bank and falls into the vast sea, it will swim faster and faster."
Han Chan was silent for a while and said, "What is this kind of fish called?"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said: "Zhang Xiaoyu."
Han Chan sighed.
"Senior brother really shocked me. For a whole year, probably for the whole thousand and four years, I would always dream about a fish called Zhang Xiaoyu in the world."
This disciple from Liuyun Sword Sect called him senior brother sincerely.
People of their age usually have three or four waves of Daohai.
Zhang Xiaoyu behaved like this unreasonably.
Hanchan probably understood why the Three Swordsmen in the World were Zhang Xiaoyu and the others instead of himself.
"Maybe after I go back, I will have to call Senior Brother Cheng Lu sincerely."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly.
As they are both the Three Swordsmen of the younger generation, the relationship between Zhang Xiaoyu and Cheng Lu is naturally okay.
The two sat on the eaves for a long time before Han Chan turned back to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "What do you do, senior brother, on vacation?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Watch a show."
Han Chan was silent for a while and said, "Whose show is this?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat calmly on the roof of this high-rise building with his sword scabbard on his back.
"I will watch anyone's play, and I will watch whose play is good. How the world used to watch my plays, I will watch the world's plays."
Although this red building is not as tall as the Windward Building, it is still one of the tallest buildings in the city.
There are many industries in the building, such as wine shops, inns, and some singing and dancing platforms.
There may indeed be some drama going on in the building.
Some very festive and lively drum music and singing drifted in the wind and snow - people in the false capital like to watch this kind of opera called Flower Drum Opera during the New Year.
Hanchan looked silently at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the ridge of the roof, tapping on the eaves while listening to the opera sound downstairs.
The current Zhang Xiaoyu is indeed not the Zhang Xiaoyu that people were familiar with back then.
There was a faint and gentle smile on the face, which was covered with a corner of white clothes.
But such a smile may be alienating.
Just like the meaning in the words he said to Han Chan.
Han Chan looked at it quietly for a long time, then stepped on some fine snow with his sword in hand, heading towards the eaves of the lower floor of the tall building.
Like a bouncing little paper man, it fell into the world little by little, and then walked along the long street.
The cicadas are miserable.
When sitting next to Zhang Xiaoyu, this disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect really felt a chill.
He didn't know where it came from.
But all in all, it made him feel a little uneasy.
So he decided to end his mission in Huangliang early and return to Liuyun Sword Sect.
These two big orders were enough to make him happy for a long time.
It's just that in the Xuanxu courtyard of the false capital, although there is no major cultivation like that of the prime minister, it can still be regarded as a big cultivation place.
Liu Chunfeng is a troublesome person. How to successfully infiltrate, but earning these 30,000 yuan is also a distressing matter.
When Han Chan was walking down the street with a gloomy face, he saw someone standing with a sword at the end of the long snowy street, waiting for the street restaurant to sell him a bowl of hot wine.
There is a cold and cold sound in the world.
The setting sun is chilling, and the fallen leaves are chilling.
When Han Chan saw Ye Hanzhong, Ye Hanzhong, who was wearing a black robe flying quietly in the wind and snow, also looked over.
"Give me ten thousand yuan and I can help you."
Ye Hanzhong's voice was calm.
Han Chan clenched the sword in his hand.
Talking about money between brothers is very emotional.
It's just that for people like Ye Hanzhong, if they don't talk about money, it will probably be a more frightening thing.
