The wind and snow in the holiday capital are very calm.
Hanchan took the sword and went to Jianping with the two young boys, but Mr. Qi, who was there before, didn't know where he was at this time.
The three of them sat under the eaves of the courtyard and waited there boredly.
Probably because he was afraid that the two young boys would be too cold due to the wind and snow, Han Chan ran into the small room again, brought out a small stove, lit a fire, and sat there, warming himself leisurely.
There are two young boys named Ning Jing and Zhao Gaoxing.
One movement and one silence, which is quite reasonable.
As long as your surname is not Bai, it's actually fine.
It's not okay to be happy for nothing.
Ning Jing is thirteen years old, Bai Gaoxing is fourteen years old.
The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, imitated Han Chan, holding his sword and sniffing sniffles around the stove. It seemed that he had indeed caught a cold earlier.
Mainly, no one expected that Xuanxuyuan would recruit students on the third day of the Lunar New Year.
While Han Chan was thinking that it seemed it was not the beginning of spring yet, he glanced at the movements of the two young boys, then looked at the sword in his arms, and then put both swords aside.
The two young boys also followed suit.
Han Chan raised her eyebrows and said, "What do you want to learn from me?"
Zhao Gaoxing thought for a while and said, "Because you look very powerful."
Han Chan smiled happily, hugged the sword back into his arms, and said, "Of course."
Zhao Gaoxing also took the sword into his arms.
Ning Jing didn't do this anymore. He just touched his chest from time to time, where he placed a banknote.
"But never hold a sword when you go out."
Han Chan looked at the two young boys very seriously and said.
"Why?"
Zhao Gaoxing put the sword aside again.
Han Chan looked at the snowstorm that was still going on, and said with a smile: "Because the gesture of holding the sword is too pretentious, especially when others are busy with something with a sad face, and you are holding the sword and watching, It feels like you are watching a joke, if you encounter someone with a bad temper, I will beat you up."
Jing Jing glanced at Han Chan and said, "Then why do you always hold the sword?"
Han Chan said with a smile: "Because they can see that I am not an ordinary person, so they can only swallow their anger."
Zhao Gaoxing asked: "How unusual is it?"
Han Chan thought for a while and said, "Most practitioners in the world cannot defeat me."
"Then why do you still come here to learn swordsmanship?"
Zhao Gaoxing asked a very crucial question.
Han Chan smiled slightly and said, "Because I am diligent and studious."
The two young boys turned their heads silently and began to talk about this year's weather and harvest.
"Brother Zhao, how is your land?"
"It's not bad. Didn't the auspicious snow herald a good harvest? The rice will be in good quality this year. Where is your family?"
"Hi, congratulations. My family is the same."
"..."
The two young boys started talking nonsense there and talking about him.
Han Chan didn't pay much attention, just holding the sword beside him and leaning against the wooden door of the room behind him.
The two young boys talked nonsense for a while and started to sniffle again.
But until nightfall, Mr. Qi still didn't come back.
Han Chan wondered if this gentleman had a bad memory and had forgotten the three of them.
However, he had no intention of looking for them. He just glanced at the two young men who looked not very good, thought for a moment and said, "Where is the canteen in the courtyard? I'm a little hungry."
Naturally, the two young boys were new here and didn't know much about it, but they thought about it and said, "It should be over at Wenhua Academy. Brother Hanchan, are you hungry? Don't you say that practitioners won't be hungry?"
After all, practitioners rarely need to eat.
Unless you're really hungry.
Han Chan suddenly remembered an old joke.
It is said that it was before Buddhism disappeared.
A young man went to Luming to ask an old monk.
——Master, what is Zen?
The old monk said nothing and took the young man to a restaurant and started eating and drinking.
The young man looked on, drooling all over the floor.
The old monk put down his chopsticks and looked at the young man.
——This is greed.
Han Chan was in a daze for a while, then looked at the two young boys and said with a smile: "Although I say I won't be hungry, I will be greedy."
Zhao Gaoxing asked in confusion: "Why are you so greedy all of a sudden?"
Hanchan thought for a while and said, "Because I suspect that sir went to eat alone and forgot about us."
"..."
Han Chan stood up and stretched. After sitting for too long, his bones were stiff.
"I heard that the cafeteria of Xuansheyuan is free, so I have to go and have a big meal."
Ning Jing looked at Han Chan's back, took out the bank note from his arms, and said, "Brother Han Chan, don't you have any money? Then use the one you picked up today."
Although it was said that the three of them discovered it together, it was Anjing who caught the first glance. He probably spent more time looking at the ground. So this banknote was kept in Anping's arms.
Han Chan waved his hand and said, "I went to eat, not buy something from someone else's store."
As the former owner of that bank note, Han Chan naturally knew how much it was.
What's more, people like Han Chan will naturally not be short of money.
Jing Jing said oh and carefully collected the money.
"Do you want anything to eat? I'll bring it back to you."
The two young boys were naturally hungry, but they were cold and hungry, and they were afraid that their husband would blame them if they left. So they squatted there honestly.
When Han Chan said this, he nodded sincerely.
"I want some sauerkraut noodles."
Han Chan nodded and walked out holding the sword.
After searching in the courtyard for a long time, I finally found the canteen of Wenhua Yuan. The canteen was indeed still open.
But not many people are eating anymore.
Han Chan also ordered a bowl of steamed rice noodles. After eating it in a hurry, he brought two more bowls to the two young boys and walked back the same way.
Mr. Qi had already come back at this time, sitting under the eaves, talking to the two young boys.
Han Chan, holding a bowl of noodles in one hand, seems very out of place in this scene.
However, Mr. Qi didn't say anything. He stopped, looked at the two young boys and said, "You guys should eat first."
The two young boys nodded hurriedly.
Hanchan walked to the eaves with two bowls of noodles and handed a bowl to each of them. The two young boys ran to the corner to eat noodles with the bowls of noodles.
Han Chan took off the sword from under his arm and put it aside. Then he looked at Qi Jingyuan and said, "Where did you go, sir?"
Mr. Qi looked at the two teenagers who were eating noodles and felt a little guilty. He said softly: "There are some things that I forgot about here. I'm sorry."
Indeed, as Han Chan thought, Mr. Qi had indeed forgotten the three of them, and when he came back, he saw two young boys sitting there looking dizzy.
I wanted to go to the cafeteria and bring some food to the two of them.
But I heard that Han Chan had already gone, so he didn't go again. He was just talking to the two young boys about some things in the courtyard.
Naturally, there are no special rules in Xuanxuyuan.
There is no difference between it and the Human World Academy.
Hanchan didn't ask what was going on. After all, it was difficult for students to ask what the husband wanted to do.
But even if he doesn't ask or tell, Han Chan can actually guess some.
After all, everyone can see that the tranquility of Xuanxuyuan only exists on the surface.
The two sat under the eaves, no one said anything, and it became quiet.
Mr. Qi didn't ask about Han Chan's coming here.
Even if Han Chan said something like twenty thousand strings.
But after entering the courtyard, it was just a teacher and a student.
After a long time, Mr. Qi slowly said: "There is another person from Liuyun Sword Sect in the city."
Such a sentence without beginning or end is very strange.
Han Chan just said calmly: "That's my senior brother."
Mr. Qi was silent for a long time, looked at Hanchan and asked, "Does your senior brother love money?"
Han Chan looked at Renjian Fengxue and said with a bright smile: "I don't love you."
Mr. Qi looked at the two young boys on the side. After a long time, he slowly said: "Twenty thousand of your thirty thousand guanli came from Xuansheyuan."
When Han Chan heard this, he held the sword beside him and looked at the wind and snow on Jianping Ping quietly.
"What's the meaning?"
Mr. Qi said calmly: "It's not interesting. There are only two rivers in the courtyard. After the spring recruitment, two days later, on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, there will be a strong spring exam. That is the last deadline. On the night of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, That is to say, tomorrow, the dean will go to Minghefang to meet with Jing Zhaoyin, and you need to take action at that time."
The noises were not loud. The two young boys were still eating noodles happily in the corner, not paying attention to what was happening on this side.
Han Chan turned his head and looked at the sword cultivator from Jian Yuan quietly.
The two looked at each other for a long time.
Han Chan suddenly couldn't understand what Xuanyuan meant.
"I will stop you then."
Mr. Qi spoke very calmly.
Han Chan finally understood something and laughed softly: "So you are using the power of our two brothers and sisters to make the undercurrents in the courtyard surface?"
"Yes."
Mr. Qi said calmly.
This is the reason why he left Jianping for a long time today.
Hanchan looked at Mr. Qi quietly for a long time, and then said, "You told me everything, aren't you afraid that I won't follow your plan?"
Mr. Qi holds his sword under the eaves.
"That is indeed the best opportunity. At least in the courtyard, it is difficult for you to find the time to make a move - this is why the dean asked you to come to the Sword School and enroll under me."
Han Chan said softly: "That's true."
With such a cultivator of Jian Yuan sitting here, Han Chan really has no chance to take action.
The two said nothing more.
The little boy finished eating the noodles and his face turned rosy. He was holding an empty bowl and didn't know where to put it.
Mr. Qi said softly: "Put it there, someone will come to collect it tomorrow morning."
The little boys said oh and put down the bowls.
Because the way of sword power is quite special, there are several bamboo houses behind this living room in Mr. Qi's sword courtyard.
Mr. Qi said something more to the three of them, and then asked them to go back and sit quietly in front of the stones in the room tonight, rest when they were tired, and talk about the rest tomorrow.
So Han Chan took the two young boys to the rear.
The night in the world is getting darker.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu had already left the roof of the high-rise building and was walking in the wind and snow in the fake city.
The story of Dafengli One Thousand and Three has ended.
Although the world is still lively, Zhang Xiaoyu can no longer be seen.
Just quietly carrying the empty scabbard, walking on the street, listening to the noise and wind.
Perhaps when passing by a stone bridge somewhere by the river, he heard some strange noises. Zhang Xiaoyu stopped and stood there quietly.
After a long time, the sword cultivator in white said something softly.
"So you're not dead yet."
"Yes."
The latter's voice was very calm, just like the ugly face with no emotion that Zhang Xiaoyu heard in the wind.
Liu Sanyue sat quietly in the wind and snow on the bridge.
"How many times have you passed through death?"
Zhang Xiaoyu's expression in the wind and snow was a bit complicated.
Liu Sanyue, who was awake for a moment, leaned on the bridge and tilted his head, thinking for a while, and said, "I can't remember, there were many times."
Zhang Xiaoyu crossed the bridge and stopped in front of the distorted Qingtian Taoist. He stood for a long time and then spat at him.
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while and said, "What do you mean?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "During the thousand and three years of the Gale Calendar, I never even had a holiday. You spat at me on the roadside at that time."
Liu Sanyue said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I don't know. Do you want to spit more?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat down, smiled slightly and said, "No need, because I beat you then."
Liu Sanyue was silent for a long time.
"No wonder my bones were so painful when I woke up that day."
"With the kind of virtue you had at that time, when will you wake up and your bones won't hurt?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said sarcastically, but at the same time he was also very puzzled.
"How did you become like this?"
Liu Sanyue said calmly: "After Senior Brother Huai Feng killed me, I was intercepted by Yao Ji in the River Styx. Then I made a bet with her, and that's how I ended up like now."
Zhang Xiaoyu said with great pity: "We are neither humans nor ghosts. If it were me, I would have killed myself long ago."
Liu Sanyue naturally didn't pay attention to Zhang Xiaoyu's words, and just looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.
"What about you, how did you become like this?"
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly: "Does it look bad that I look like this now? Shall I go?"
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while and said, "You know I'm not talking about you becoming blind."
Zhang Xiaoyu sneered and said, "What? Do you think my beauty is ruined on the outside?"
Liu Sanyue said sincerely: "Otherwise? You have become like this, do you still want me to praise you?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said slowly: "If you can praise me, maybe I will really feel better."
Liu Sanyue turned his head.
"I can't boast enough."
The two of them sat on the bridge and fell silent.
After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "When did we meet?"
Liu Sanyue looked up at the snowy world and said softly: "It was His Majesty's birthday many years ago."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said: "Yes, at that time I laughed at you as a country bumpkin, as if you had never seen the world before, staring blankly at the suspension bridges filled with lanterns between the tall buildings."
Liu Sanyue smiled slightly and said: "Yes, there were Bai He, Chen Qingshan, and my senior brothers at that time. We were all still young at that time. The country bumpkins were shocked when they looked at the world. At the same time, they also had countless longings. .”
"His Majesty is a great Majesty."
Liu Sanyue said softly.
Zhang Xiaoyu did not laugh at Liu Sanyue this time.
When the two reunited with their bodies in ruins, things in the past years naturally became beautiful.
"I've already reached the five levels of Daohai."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.
Liu Sanyue was very calm, even though he was just a pitiful, hateful person imprisoned by him on the bridge.
"It doesn't matter, I was young then, and I am still young now."
"Twenty-six years old, still young?"
"Have you never deceived the young people in this world?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "No."
"That means you're still young."
Zhang Xiaoyu said nothing more, just looked at Liu Sanyue quietly. Only in the lines brought by the wind, this ugly man was very quiet. The line made Zhang Xiaoyu finally recognize the identity of his old friend. There seemed to be some blood stains on the iron rope.
Liu Sanyue also noticed Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze and said very calmly: "This is left by Yun Zhusheng, who should be considered your senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then said softly: "Yes."
"This is the latest close call." Liu Sanyue turned to look at the river under the bridge.
"I don't know why he suddenly came to kill me, but it seemed that he met another person who wanted to kill him, so when he came with injuries, he no longer had the ability to kill me. So he hugged me, We fell into the river together, and he wanted to drown me in the river."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at this young friend who had experienced life and death several times, and said slowly: "Then what?"
Liu Sanyue said calmly: "But at that moment, I woke up, untied my chains, wrapped them around his neck, and strangled him there - he was not drowned."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said, "It seems that you really don't deserve to die."
Liu Sanyue said softly: "My life should not have been cut off if it wasn't for me."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows.
The twisted man sitting on the bridge, bound by iron ropes, turned his head across the wind and snow and looked at a tall building deep in the palace.
"At that time, it was not the time for me to be sober."
Zhang Xiaoyu also understood what Liu Sanyue meant.
"So after all, Liu Sanyue is actually dead."
"Yes."
Liu Sanyue remained calm.
"Now I am just a prisoner imprisoned by Yao Ji in the human world and cannot return to the River Styx."
"unless."
Liu Sanyue lowered his head and looked at the shackles on his body quietly.
"Unless I can truly wake up and break free from the shackles of this fate - when I am in chaos and can untie these things."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Then what?"
"Then Liu Sanyue will live in the world again."
The wind and snow bridge fell silent.
After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu stood up and said calmly: "Then I wish you good luck."
"Are you leaving?"
Liu Sanyue watched Zhang Xiaoyu stand up.
"Yes, if you are slow, you will not be able to catch up with some things."
Liu Sanyue was silent for a long time and said softly: "If I persuade you to turn back at this time, will it still be useful?"
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, just walked quietly along the wind and snow.
