Shanyue City.
Zhang San stood in the alley and sighed, wondering where the Taoist priest named Chen Qingshan was walking with his daughter Zhang Lizi, when he saw a swordsman in white walking up the moss-covered steps.
Then he walked all the way and stopped in front of the ancient locust tree courtyard, looking at the courtyard door for a long time.
Zhang San felt that he should be watching, although his eyes were covered, so he might be blind.
But Zhang San doesn't feel strange now.
Isn’t Mr. Chen also a short-sighted person?
After experiencing what happened last time, Zhang San became much more cautious. After waiting quietly for a long time, he said sincerely: "Does this senior brother also want to rent a house?"
People from the Sword Sect always like to be called senior brother.
Naturally, it is much simpler than the titles given by Taoists.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there quietly for a moment, then turned to look at the middle-aged man standing aside who had the potential to be a profiteer.
"You can also call me Zhenren. Zhenren Zhang."
Zhang San was stunned for a moment. Of course, it was not because this was his family. What's more, he didn't have the nerve to call such an unusual-looking person his family, even though his white clothes were a bit dirty.
But clean white clothes are out of this world.
And the white clothes with many stains on them are obviously from walking in the world.
A sword cultivator in white clothes who can walk in the world is naturally more intimidating.
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, do you also want to rent a house?"
Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "If I don't rent, I will be very poor."
Although he got a large sum of money from Ye Hanzhong last time, Zhang Xiaoyu still habitually cried about poverty.
Zhang San did not change his philistine face.
Rich people in the world are still people in the world.
A Taoist who has no money is still a Taoist.
Although I don’t know why this Taoist carries an empty scabbard.
"It doesn't matter, you can go in and have a look. If you have money in the future and want to rent, you can come and rent. This alley is well-known in the city, especially now that winter is over. Standing here, you can see the mountains and the moon. , which is of great benefit to spiritual practice.”
Zhang San said very enthusiastically.
Zhang Xiaoyu said sincerely: "I probably won't be able to rent a house in my life."
Zhang San was stunned for a moment, thinking that even if he can't afford the rent, don't say that. If you say that, how can I answer the call?
But after all, this is Zhang San in the human world. He quickly reacted and said with a smile: "A real person drinks dew and dinner, and stays in the mountains under the moon. Naturally, there is no need to live in a house in the human world."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "But I like the human world very much. What should I do?"
Are you here to f**king cause trouble? Do you want to rent it or not?
Of course, this is just what Zhang San thinks. If it were the former Zhang San, he would naturally widen his eyes and say - what, you want to have sex for free, that's not okay!
But after getting some benefits from Chen Qingshan, Zhang San also became mature.
Still smiling, he said: "Then I can lend it to Zhenren for two days. It's almost fifteen. The mountain moon is full this year and it looks very beautiful. Zhenzhen can take a good look at it."
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "It's really good, but I'm blind. How can I see the mountain moon?"
The wind in the world can tell Zhang Xiaoyu the outlines of people in the world, but how can the moon in the sky be blown into Zhang Xiaoyu's mind by the wind?
Zhang San took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "So what does Master Zhang want to do?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "I want to ask you a question."
Zhang San seemed to realize something and stood there with a frown.
Zhang Xiaoyu faced the direction of the yard again.
"Chen Qingshan, have you ever lived here?"
Zhang San shook his head.
"No."
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly and said: "You are very loyal to him, but I said you can also call me Zhenren, and you don't hesitate about which word."
Zhang San said in a deep voice: "There is not only one real person in the world."
"Of course there is more than one real person in the world, but Chen Qingshan is the only one who is obsessed with gods, saints, and real people."
Zhang San frowned and looked at the sword cultivator in white clothes in front of him, always feeling that this kind of attire was very familiar.
Yes, it sounds familiar, not familiar.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Your master Chen's junior brother, Shanheguan Zhang Xiaoyu."
Zhang San was stunned.
"Are you Zhang Xiaoyu?"
"Could it be that you are Zhang Xiaoyu?"
Zhang San is naturally not Zhang Xiaoyu.
only.
"Zhang Xiaoyu is not blind."
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Just because I wasn't blind before, doesn't mean I'm not blind now. The world is still uncertain, and you and I may both be blind."
"..."
Do you hear this?
It's just that compared to Chen Qingshan, Zhang Xiaoyu's reputation in the south is naturally better. After all, he is one of the Three Young Swordsmen. He has never eaten pork and has heard pigs bray. If Zhang San even knows Zhang Xiaoyu's name, If you haven’t heard of it, that’s really a big sin.
Whether it was Zhang Xiaoyu who abandoned Taoism to practice swordsmanship or Zhang Xiaoyu who came up with the Red Sword, he was naturally famous.
So Zhang San seemed a little cautious.
"Do you have anything to do with him?"
Although Chen Zhenren has many enemies, it is impossible for his brothers and sisters to have any big grudges.
But unfortunately, the biggest enemies of the people in the Shanhe Temple are often their own brothers and sisters.
So Zhang Xiaoyu said sincerely: "I heard that he suffered some injuries, I think..."
Zhang San was very moved.
Look, what does it mean to be a senior brother? I'm blind, but I haven't forgotten my senior brother's injury.
But Zhang San soon became unmoved.
Because Zhang Xiaoyu said sincerely: "I want to see if I can find a chance to kill him."
Fuck you, liar.
They are all liars.
Zhang San stood there dumbfounded.
"This...this...he...you..."
Then Zhang San remembered.
It seems that Chen Qingshan's injuries were caused by a junior fellow student from Guanli?
Zhang San didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said with a sad face, "I don't know, senior brother, please don't make things difficult for me."
Compared with Zhang Xiaoyu, Chen Qingshan is naturally closer to Zhang Xiaoyu from the Southern Sword Sect.
What's more, I heard that during the war in Nanyi City, this sword cultivator stayed at the top of the city for several days and never left the front line.
As a Huai'an native, Zhang San naturally has a lot of admiration and gratitude.
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally knew that it was pointless to get entangled with such a worldly person.
But naturally not everything in the world is meaningful.
Zhang San looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who said nothing and asked hesitantly: "Why did Senior Brother kill Zhenren Chen?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "There is no reason. I know you want to ask about right and wrong, but there is no right or wrong in this kind of thing. There is no standard of judgment for right and wrong in the world of cultivation. It's just that everyone does his own thing. I If you want to kill him, he will also kill me. If you see him in the future, he will definitely ask you for information about me."
Zhang San said nonchalantly: "Then do I know or I don't know?"
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you really going to help him when he asks such a question?"
Zhang San sighed and said, "Everyone nearby knows that I have a daughter."
Zhang Xiaoyu understood.
"Although senior brother is not a good person, his practice is very good. You don't have to worry about this. If it doesn't work, I can teach her."
Zhang San said softly: "But he is better-looking than you."
"..."
Zhang Xiaoyu was speechless, turned around and walked out of the alley.
A thousand words can't be said to say that he is prettier than you.
Zhang San finally breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Xiaoyu leaving.
He turned around and looked at his own yard, thinking about getting rid of it.
Zhang San always felt that since the man named Chen Qingshan lived there, there would always be all kinds of troubles coming.
Although there is no long-term stable source of income, it can save a lot of trouble.
What if you meet an enemy with a bad temper, like the woman in red last time, and you won't be able to get chopped into pieces?
Zhang San held his chin, thinking about it and walked out of the alley.
...
Zhuxi is very busy and annoying.
First Chen Qingshan came, and then some strange people came to the city.
Although nothing major happened, Zhuxi naturally couldn't ignore it.
Finally waited until Chen Qingshan left.
Someone from the Heavenly Prison died again in Fengqiling. In the end, it was someone from the Human Sword Sect who took action, and the Shanyue City Heavenly Prison had to swallow this loss.
The Human Sword Sect is not the Lingnan Sword Sect.
Whatever truth it tells you, you must listen to it.
Even if it really doesn't make sense.
It was hard to handle that matter.
As a result, Zhang Xiaoyu came to the city again. He didn't drink tea like his senior brother, nor did he just drink and chew peanuts like his senior brother. Instead, he folded his arms and stood by a high-lying street in the city, quietly Looking at the world, I don't know what I want to do.
"Are you done yet?"
Zhuxi looked at Zhang Xiaoyu helplessly.
During this time, there were many road repairs coming and going in the city.
It made people in Bailu City next door think that there were many such people in the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you referring to the Human Sword Sect or the Mountain and River Sect?"
"Both."
Zhuxi said without confidence.
After all, Zhang Xiaoyu is a disciple spanning two major cultivation places.
If one is not good, both parties will be offended.
Zhuxi was actually aggrieved. When Chen Qingshan came at first, he didn't pay attention until...
Until his grandma's legs.
Zhu Xi, a Taoist from the Ancient Dao Sect, also became a little bored.
If you really want to talk about it, whether it is Shanhe Guan or Human Sword Sect, when Lin Ziguan was at its peak, neither of them were known to be where they were.
It's just that things have changed, and today is naturally different from the past.
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "I know you are annoyed, but don't be annoyed now. After I finish speaking, you will probably be grateful that I will be here waiting for you to come."
Zhuxi smelled something unusual.
He said in a deep voice: "What did you do?"
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said: "Two hours ago, I was talking nonsense with a man named Zhang San for a while in the alley where Chen Qingshan lived. I know you are watching."
Zhuxi was naturally watching.
Shanyue City is a secluded city, a quiet place in the mountains. Naturally, there are no people who can stand up, so many things actually have to trouble Zhuxi, a person in heaven.
"But after that, you probably felt it was very boring and didn't continue reading."
Zhuxi was silent for a while and said: "Yes, I went to Heavenly Prison to deal with some things. What did you do during these two hours?"
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly and said: "I was wandering in the streets and alleys of the city, chatting with some old men and women for a long time - you know, the best and fastest intelligence agencies in the world are some people with... Under the tree with melon seed shells.”
Zhang Xiaoyu suppressed his smile and turned to face Zhuxi. His face, blindfolded by white clothes, was very cold.
The windows of his soul were covered.
So the world often doesn't know what he is thinking.
"I told them a story."
"What?"
Zhuxi looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a cold expression.
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "The name of the story is Lingnan Murder Case."
Zhuxi stood there with a pale face as if he had been struck by lightning.
Zhang Xiaoyu, on the other hand, narrated a certain story as if he had nothing to do.
"I killed the people from the Lame Deer Sword Sect."
"Zhang Xiaoyu, are you crazy?!"
Zhuxi suddenly became furious. Although he was only a Nine Realm cultivator, at this moment, he seemed to be unable to feel the huge gap. His eyes were fierce and he just wanted to kill the sword cultivator in white in front of him.
"I'm not crazy. It's just like what my uncle said to me before he left this world."
Zhang Xiaoyu ignored the furious Zhuxi and the Dao Wen who stretched across the long street, and stood there extremely calmly.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, everything is your choice, that's it."
People all over the street turned to Zhang Xiaoyu.
And this young man who had already entered the Great Dao, and even traveled through the Dao Sea at a speed unimaginable to the world, just calmly raised a hand.
The hand extended a finger.
One finger breaks the charm of the street.
Zhuxi vomited a mouthful of blood and backed away in embarrassment.
Maybe what Zhu Xi and Chen Qingshan said was right.
Compared with people who view mountains and rivers.
The people in their heavenly hell are more like cute little lovers in the human world.
And this cute little lover just wants to kill this white-robed swordsman out of endless rage.
It's just that it's obviously hard to do.
"Zhang Xiaoyu!"
Zhuxi raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips and recited the name word by word as if he was grinding his teeth.
"Qingtian Dao has already taken the blame for that story. Do you know what will happen to the world if you spread this news?"
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and said softly and sadly: "Of course I know."
"I am a member of the Human Sword Sect, and I know better than you."
"So when I went up the mountain with my sword, I knew that there was no way out."
"I'll punch you to death, you fucking beast!"
Zhuxi rushed over again.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't fight back and let the punch filled with Dao charm hit his brow bone.
Just like Ye Hanzhong's punch.
Zhang Xiaoyu remained motionless.
He is not one of the Three Swordsmen, only Zhang Xiaoyu from the Seventh Path.
He is Zhang Xiaoyu, a kind of fish in the world.
Zhu Xi's punch broke his right hand there.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly raised his hand, pressed the blood splashed on his face, wiped it away, and slowly rubbed it between his fingers.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm extremely bad, but sometimes I want to be a good person."
"So even if you didn't read the story of those two hours, I am willing to give you a chance."
"Give the world a chance."
"Before the demon clan hears this story, cut off the noise in the city and make everything I do useless."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Zhuxi who had a broken hand in front of him and wanted to hit him with one hand.
"The fate of the world is in your hands, Zhuxi."
It was once in Zhang Xiaoyu's hands.
But now, it's in Zhuxi's hands.
Zhuxi looked at the blind swordsman with great hatred.
It turns out that it was not Zhang Xiaoyu who was blind.
But the world.
Even though the Lingnan incident had just begun to spread to the world, no one thought that it would be Zhang Xiaoyu's doing.
They just thought that someone was taking advantage of Zhang Xiaoyu's climb up the mountain to try to stir up relations between the two clans.
No one has ever thought that the truth of the story has always been something they believed to be ignored.
"Do you know how much the world paid back then to make the world what it is today?"
"I know, of course I know."
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, turning to face the mountains where the full moon was gradually rising.
Although he couldn't see it, he knew that the moonlight was pouring into the world.
"It's full and it's overflowing, but it's just one more time."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and walked towards the end of the long street.
"The world will never let you go."
Zhuxi gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "If you are still nagging here, the world will probably be in trouble."
Zhuxi waved his sleeves and left.
He wanted to return to Tianyu and Shanyue City Siya as soon as possible, mobilize everyone, seal the city, and conduct a thorough investigation.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked along the long street for a long time, then turned around and looked at the full moon world in silence.
On the eyeband made of torn white clothes, there was a peach blossom.
But that's not peach blossoms.
Only some blood from Zhuhan's body was splashed on it.
Then it looked like it was blurred by something.
Zhang Xiaoyu watched in silence for a long time. The world was noisy, but there was still the lingering chill of winter inside.
But probably nothing could compare to the coldness in his heart.
The coldness that comes from one choice to another.
Then the man carrying the empty scabbard turned and left.
Someone was quietly watching Zhang Xiaoyu's leaving figure in the night.
The man stood there for a long time.
When Zhang Xiaoyu stepped into Shanyue City, he was there. It was not yet dark in the world at that time.
Pedestrians are sometimes curious about what the person is looking at.
I just followed his line of sight and saw nothing, just a long and hurried street.
So I left with a strange mood.
If the curious pedestrian had waited until now, he would probably understand.
He was waiting for someone who would be filled with sorrow and guilt to leave here sadly.
The man said nothing and did nothing. He just walked away quietly in the moonlight like flowing water after Zhang Xiaoyu left.
