When Hu Lu woke up, she found that she had fallen asleep by the river for some reason.
There was a small boat parked by the river, and Shushu was cooking wine on it, waiting to eat roast chicken.
Hu Lu was a little dazed, her head seemed heavy, and many things she looked at seemed to have double images. For example, in the sparse snow on the horizon, there were two suns that looked like poached eggs.
While Hu Lu was still thinking, he saw the wine flask in his hand. The wine seemed to have been finished, but there seemed to be something in it.
Hulu wandered around for a while, but for some reason, he didn't smash it open to take a look, but threw it away, and then drunkenly climbed onto Shushu's boat.
Hu Lu saw Shushu looking at him and listening to something very seriously.
But did you speak?
Hu Lu didn't hear his own voice.
I just heard the winter river flowing downward with the subtle sound of waves.
Then the sound of the waves disappeared, and Shushu seemed to become excited.
However, he still didn't speak, only the sound of the long streets on both sides of the strait came over.
Like another wave, extremely noisy.
Hu Lu thought she must have been disturbed, so she kicked over Shushu's stove in annoyance.
But what do you do when you draw your sword?
Hu Lu wanted to control himself in fear, but he couldn't, so he watched helplessly as he stabbed the sword in his hand into Shushu's shoulder with no expression on his face.
Hu Lu stretched out her hand, wanting to say no.
But he still couldn't make any sound, and he couldn't stop it - he seemed to be on the boat, holding the sword, or on the river bank, and the people passing by and watching were also him.
Then everything fell into an irreversible bad direction in Hu Lu's panic and struggle.
He slashed Shushu onto the ice by the river and raised his fist again.
There was no sound, everything was like an unchangeable drama.
Such a cold and cruel scene was performed in front of Hu Lu.
Until the last moment, Hu Lu raised his hand, and the rat demon under him had no sound anymore. Hu Lu seemed to have woken up from the wine, but it seemed that he hadn't, but he looked at his own rat with all kinds of flesh and blood in great fear. fist.
Then he suddenly jumped up, climbed on the riverbank guardrail, and fled all the way.
Until he returned to the Sword Sect.
The senior brothers were playing cards, and Hu Lu easily opened the door and stumbled down beside the senior brother's card table.
"Brother, I killed someone!"
"I killed someone, I killed Shushu."
"Go and save her quickly, senior brother!"
Hu Lu finally heard her own voice. The voice was so clear and loud, as if it had sounded in her heart thousands of times.
Mei Quming held the cards in his hand, lifted the gourd up, frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about."
"It's true, senior brother, go and save her."
Hu Lu looked at her senior brother with tears in her eyes and said.
Mei Quming touched Hu Lu’s forehead.
"You don't have a fever either. You were just leaning against the door and watching the snow drinking! Are you dreaming?"
Hu Lu was stunned for a moment, then looked down at her hands, which were clean. Looking back, she saw a wine bottle on the steps at the door. A lot of snow dust had fallen on it, as if it had been there for a long time. .
There was a vague vacancy there, as if someone had been sitting there for a long time.
Jiang Hehai, who was sitting diagonally opposite the door, said with a smile: "When Hu Lu went out just now, the door was not even closed. I saw him drinking wine at the door, then fell asleep. I don't know why he suddenly jumped up, and then He slammed into the door, and I thought he suddenly wanted to hit himself to death!"
Hu Lu froze there.
Could it be that he was really drinking just now, then fell asleep and had a dream?
But how could there be such a real dream?
Hu Lu still remembers the bright red vision of a fist hitting his face, and then blood splattering in his eyes.
There were also the sounds of the wind, the panicked footsteps of pedestrians, and my own dull breathing.
Hu Lu stood up, walked out again, picked up the wine bottle, and shook it for a while. The wine in it was still sloshing around.
Mei Quming looked at the concierge strangely for a while, and then put down the cards in his hand.
"You guys wait for me, I'll take Hu Lu to take a look, don't fucking look at my cards!"
"Okay, okay, I won't watch it."
Jiang Hehai and the others said with smiles.
Mei Quming came out and held the hand of the boy who was still in a daze.
"Let's go to the river and have a look."
Hu Lu hugged the wine bottle tightly and nodded.
The two of them walked along the long river in the thin wind and snow.
Then I saw that small boat on the bank of a river somewhere.
The head of the boat was empty.
Hu Lu stood there in fear, then slowly stretched out his head and looked down the river bank.
But there was nothing on the river bank.
A line of ice was clean, reflecting the dusk, and it was very quiet.
Then some voices came out from the boat, it was Shushu.
The little demon girl on the river took out a bamboo hat safely and put it on her head. Then she sat by the stove again, took down the cheap wine she had cooked, opened the half of the roasted chicken, and tore a piece of chicken. , eating very contentedly.
"It smells so good!"
Shushu sighed with a smile, poured himself another glass of wine, and ate it happily.
The gourds blew the wind of winter snow, and it seemed that many things were suddenly forgotten in the blurred wind and snow.
Even the picture that was so vivid just now has become blurry.
He shook his head and found that it was heavy.
Meiquming's hand covered his forehead.
Then he exclaimed and said, "Boy, why do you have a fever?"
Did you have a fever?
Hu Lu felt that he could not open his eyes, and his head began to shake as if there was a lot of lead in it.
Mei Quming's voice was muttering aside.
"I'm probably sitting at the door watching the snow. I drank too much and caught a cold. I'll take you back to have a nap."
Hu Lu grasped the railing tightly, shook her head, and said, "No, I want to watch for a while."
Mei Quming glanced at Shushu who was happily eating roast chicken and drinking wine on the bow of the boat. He pulled the gourd and frowned and said: "What's so good about eating roast chicken? When you go back and your fever is gone, I'll buy you two Just let you eat enough by yourself."
"I don't."
Hu Lu stubbornly hugged the railing like a child who didn't buy the candy he wanted.
Then for some reason, Hu Lu felt her nose was a little sore, but she cried.
"I don't, I want to see it!"
When Mei Quming saw the young man who was already crying, he had no choice but to say repeatedly: "Okay, okay, let's watch it for a while."
The sword master looked around for a while, then let go of Hu Lu, ran to an umbrella shop not far away and bought an umbrella. He ran back and held it on their heads, and then swept Hu Lu who was lying on the guardrail. with snow on his head.
Hu Lu lay there quietly, crying while smiling.
So good, it turned out to be a dream.
It turned out to be a dream!
Hu Lu looked at the little demon girl in Zhoutou very happily.
He didn't know why he had such strong emotions surging in his heart.
The young man didn't know what it felt like. He seemed to feel guilty, satisfied, bitter, and afraid of losing everything, so he looked at it vaguely for a long time through the hazy snow, and then said softly : "Senior brother, have I fallen in love with her?"
Mei Quming stood under the umbrella with a strange expression, looking at Hu Lu and then at Zhoutou Shushu.
"Are you confused from the fever?"
Mei Quming touched Hu Lu's head nervously.
This silly boy's forehead is getting hotter and hotter.
"We must go back!"
Mei Quming's words were very harsh.
Hu Lu clung to the guardrail.
"I do not want!"
Only this time, Mei Quming didn't tolerate Hu Lu anymore. He grabbed the young man from the guardrail, carried him on his shoulders, and then headed towards the direction of the Human Sword Sect.
Hu Lu struggled for a while, but it was of no use. He could only stare blankly at the girl at the head of the boat under the undulating edges of the umbrella.
Maybe it was the movement here that alarmed her.
Shushu finally raised his head, with a lot of confusion in his dark eyes, looking at the young man who was being carried away by Brother Jianzong.
So in the fine snow, in the haze, the two of them became farther and farther away.
It's like we'll never see each other again.
Hu Lu began to sob.
Then he grabbed the clothes on Mei Quming's back and whimpered.
Until the end, those dark, clean eyes could no longer be seen clearly in the snow.
Hu Lu finally cried out.
Howling with such sadness and despair.
It's like we'll never see each other again.
...
Nandao has returned to Lingnan.
When Yiaozhou fell into the Nanyi River, he naturally did not forget to bring it back when he left Nanyi City.
All the sword cultivators had dispersed and went back to their respective homes. After all, it was still the second day of the Lunar New Year.
Lu Xiaoer also went back. Neither Wu Dalong nor Lu Xiaoxiao came. Only Lu Xiaoer came. He needed to go back and tell them about Nanyi City.
Nan Dao stayed by the Tingfeng River.
Although the sword didn't really fall on him, he still suffered some injuries and needed to take a good rest.
Fortunately, the wind and snow have stopped, and only a lot of snow remains here.
The people from the Tingfeng Sword Sect are naturally still nearby, after all, this is the territory of the Tingfeng Sword Sect.
Gu Shanhong, Shen Qingmai and others from the Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect were also there.
Most of Nandao and those people only had a one-time relationship, and the only ones he knew a little bit well were Tingfeng Yin and Gu Shanhong.
It's just that these Lingnan sword cultivators, most of whom had only met once and had never even met, went down the mountain together today and went to Nanyi City to serve as their backup.
Nan Dao stood by the creek bridge and looked at everyone silently. Most of the people he didn't know their names, only a few, such as Sang Shanyue and Yuan Sanzhou.
After a long time, Nan Dao bowed to everyone sincerely in the high mountain night.
"I'm sorry for causing trouble to you all today."
Just like his name, the leader of the first peak, Shen Qingmai, who was always silent, said in a low voice: "It's just a small matter. We didn't have any damage at all, it just took some time."
Nan Dao said guiltily: "But Lingnan and the Human Sword Sect have fallen out. This is the biggest loss."
The land of Lingnan has always been considered by the world to be the settlement of sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect. Therefore, although Lingnan is weak, it still has the reputation of the Human Sword Sect in the south, and the world will eventually give it some face.
Just after what happened today.
It is impossible for the world not to know the story that happened in Nanyi City.
From then on, maybe Lingnan was Lingnan, and the Human Sword Sect was the Human Sword Sect.
Even though there was a dispute between the Human Sword Sect and Lingnan thousands of years ago, it was a story from the Huaianli years after all, and it might not be considered a real falling out at that time. It was just that Lingnan wanted to go down the mountain, but the Human Sword Sect didn't allow it.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year in the 104th year of the Gale Calendar, countless Lingnan sword cultivators descended on Nanyi City and faced off against the disciples of the Sword Sect.
Such a story cannot be resolved peacefully.
However, no matter Ting Feng Yin, Gu Shanhong, or everyone from the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect, there was no sadness at all.
The sword cultivator who sat by the stream all day long and listened to the wind just said with a little regret: "Some things must be given up eventually. Lingnan has always been Lingnan, not a subsidiary sect of the human sword sect. Sometimes, we think about it , perhaps it is precisely because of living under the blessing of the Sword Sect in the human world for thousands of years that Lingnan has never truly stood up in the human world. It is like the weeds under the ancient trees-the big tree that blocks the sky and the sun. Underneath, the grass blades are always sparse and yellow, perhaps less than an inch tall."
Gu Shanhong said softly: "So such a thing is not a bad thing for Lingnan, but maybe for a long time from now on, Lingnan will not be able to face many things like in the past, weak but confident. thing."
For example, it was like the conversation Ximen had with Ting Feng Yin by the stream with a knife.
If you don’t give Lingnan face, you won’t give Jianzong face.
First of all, it is the Human Sword Sect, and then there are places like the Liuyun Sword Sect and the East China Sea Sword Sect in the distance.
As for the distant sword sect, it might not be because of the human sword sect that they gave Lingnan some respect.
Shen Qingtai looked at the snow on the mountain in the human world and said calmly: "Before the Sword Sect in the human world did not fall from the cliff to the human world, Lingnan was still not trampled by anyone."
This sword cultivator from the Jiufeng Sword Sect, which was once rarely glorious in Lingnan, naturally has a calmer arrogance.
Nan Dao's expression was still a little pale. After all, he faced Jiang Ye's full sword blow, coughed softly, and sat down on the creek bridge with an umbrella.
Tingfeng Yin had already lit up the stove that had not been completely extinguished when he left in a hurry. He was cooking wine on it and said with a chuckle: "It has happened after all, so why not drink some hot wine first."
Naturally, there can't be so many people sitting on the creek bridge. Shen Qingmai and other members of the Jiufeng Sword Sect looked at Tingfeng Yin who was cooking wine, shook their heads and said, "We'd better go back first, maybe there will really be a Sword Sect in the world." My senior brothers are coming up the mountain, so we still need to make some preparations."
Ting Fengyin nodded solemnly and said, "Okay."
Before Shen Qingmai and the others left, they asked for some people from Jinghong Sword Sect and Tingfeng Sword Sect.
After all, in addition to those scattered Sword Sects, it is their eleven Sword Sects that support Lingnan. If there is no problem with Nanyi City, there will naturally be enough mountain rangers in Lingnan.
It's just that it's obviously a bit stretched right now.
So they recruited some people from these two places to patrol Lingnan.
Nan Dao coughed for a while, but his condition was still okay. It was just a peach blossom in the divine sea, and the petals on his face were extremely bright red, like blood.
After all, he exists in the form of a divine soul. The Dao sword he pulled out was destroyed, and the divine sea was shocked by the sword's intention. Naturally, Taohua was injured more seriously.
Tingfeng Yin took down the wine pot, poured a cup of hot wine for each of the three people, and then put the pot of wine on the stove again.
Nan Dao held the wine glass in his hand, then looked at the two people who were drinking quietly, and said slowly: "How did Lingnan know that something would happen if I went to Nanyi City?"
Ting Fengyin was silent for a while and said softly: "Because I have long known that the little demon on the Nanyi River is dead, and there is also the story of the little demon from the Lame Deer Sword Sect."
If you know more and connect those stories together, you can easily guess the cause of death of the little river demon.
So when there was a sound of sword wind blowing from near the Lame Deer Sword Sect, one could guess what Nan Dao was going to do by listening to the sound of the wind.
Nan Dao said softly: "So that's it."
The young man under the umbrella could naturally understand why Ting Feng Yin always kept such a thing a secret from him.
So he didn't say anything more, he just lowered his head and drank in silence.
Tingfeng Yin looked at the silent Nan Dao and naturally did not mention this matter. He just asked: "Are you going back to Tianya Sword Sect?"
Nan Dao shook his head slightly and said, "No, I will rest here for a day and I will leave Lingnan tomorrow."
Gu Shanhong said softly: "Leave earlier, maybe we can save ourselves some trouble."
Tingfeng Yin sighed and said, "It's useless. Word of things like this spreads very quickly in the world."
So no matter how hurriedly Nandao leaves.
The senior brothers of the Sword Sect will still be waiting on that road heading north.
From Lingnan to the East China Sea, it is naturally a long journey.
Unless the South Island can find the landing point of the Heavenly Town in the East China Sea.
Otherwise, such a journey would naturally take this young man a long time.
The three of them drank wine on the creek bridge in silence.
Ting Fengyin didn't know what he thought of, but he managed to squeeze out a smile amidst his worries.
"If you can really make it to the East China Sea safely this time..."
The sword cultivator, who was slowly getting older, said softly, "Maybe he will become famous all over the world."
From Lingnan to Jianya, all the way to the appointment in the world.
If you can really finish it.
Naturally, it is famous all over the world.
Nan Dao said softly: "Senior, do you really think that I can successfully overcome the obstacles of the disciples of the Human Sword Sect and reach the East China Sea?"
Tingfeng Yin took a sip of wine and said with a chuckle: "We still have to have dreams, what if they come true? What's more, Nandao, you are not the person Lingnan wants..."
The sword cultivator looked towards the East China Sea.
"You are the one Mojianya wants."
Gu Shanhong felt a little regretful and said slowly: "Yes, in the final analysis, you are the one from Mo Jian Ya."
Nan Dao held the wine glass and looked at the snowy mountains of Lingnan at night, and said softly: "But Lingnan is my hometown."
I asked if Lingnan was not good, but he said: This place where I feel at ease is my hometown.
Lingnan is naturally not the hometown of this young man who grew up in Nanke Town outside Nanyi City.
It's just that there are some places.
Not my hometown.
Better than hometown.
