The white plum blossoms by the stream outside the pass have withered for several rounds.
The young Taoist stood there quietly, looking up at the white flowers swaying in the spring breeze on a tree.
After an unknown amount of time, just when the Taoist was about to raise his hand to pick a plum blossom, the sound of very steady footsteps came from not far away.
The young Taoist's movements stopped, and the footsteps were very familiar.
I haven't heard it for probably many years.
So he was silent for a long time before turning his head and staring blankly at the Taoist whose face was different from his own, but whose facial features were quite similar.
The two of them looked at each other for a long time in the spring breeze outside the pass, under the plum blossoms in front of the stream.
After a long time, the young Taoist from Qingtian Dao said softly: "I haven't seen you for many years, brother."
The Taoist who once broke the leg of a young man under an umbrella with a stick in Nanyi City smiled slightly.
"You have entered the avenue, Shanxue."
So the person looking at the plum blossoms in front of the audience was naturally not Li Shi.
But the snow in the mountains and rivers.
The one walking towards this place is Cornus officinalis.
After the two said this, they said nothing more and just stood there quietly for a long time.
We haven't seen each other for many years, so there won't be many endless things to say, just a long silence, trying to fade away the estrangement in those years.
After a long time, Jiang Shanxue said softly: "Brother should have gone to the desert with Qing Jia. Why are you here?"
Jiang Juyu smiled and said, "Then why are you here?"
Then Jiang Shanxue understood that some things had probably strayed far away.
The young Taoist turned back and looked at the plum blossoms quietly.
"I want to come over and see Senior Brother Li Shi."
When Shanyue's mountain fire spread throughout the world, Jiang Shanxue was ordered by Bai Yuyao to go to Shanhe Temple.
After informing the master uncle of Guanzhong about Bai Yuyao's meaning, Jiang Shanxue left the northwest. However, the Taoist did not return to Qingtian Road, but went all the way to the outside of the pass, until he slowly came to Li Shi In front of Xiyun Temple where he lives.
When Zhang Xiaoyu's story fell to the world.
In this mountain and river temple, the only senior brother Guan Zong with a good reputation in the world may have begun to have a new impression in the hearts of people in the world.
Brothers and sisters respect the mountains and rivers.
Chen Qingshan and Zhang Xiaoyu are all like this.
So is such a Taoist brother who is said to not look at the world and only asks about the Dao, really only asks about the Dao?
Jiang Shanxue thought so too.
It's just that he didn't see such a pure Taoist in this Taoist temple outside the pass.
The Taoist didn't know where he went.
There was only one white plum tree blooming lonely.
And he met his brother.
I went to Cornus officinalis in Nanyi City many years ago.
The story of Beitai and 300,000 Qingjia seems very far away.
But in fact, it was just last year.
It hadn't even been a year since that young man injured Ximen with a single finger and took Qing Jia northward with the military talisman.
But after their surprise attack on Sophora japonica failed, they fled to the northern desert in embarrassment, and since then there has been no news in the world.
At one time some people thought they had been submerged by those desert sands.
...
After Jiang Shanxue said that he was here to see Li Shi, Jiang Juyu just looked at the back of her brother for a long time.
Looking at his old Qingtian Dao robe.
Those are clothes that are more green and white.
As for whether he is really innocent than the current Qingtian Dao, this is something that cannot be traced back in the human world.
Today's Qingtian Road is the continuation of Bai Fengyu's story.
But how could such a Taoist major repairman get into the twelfth floor?
Many stories have been buried in the story of the disintegrated leader of the Taoist sect, and have become irrelevant side dishes.
"What would you say if you met him?"
Jiang Juyu looked at Jiang Shanxue's back and said.
Jiang Shanxue said calmly: "I will ask him if he is."
Jiang Juyu chuckled softly, turned around and looked at the small Taoist temple, and said softly: "But before you ask him, he will only ask you if you are."
Jiang Shanxue was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Since brother said so, I probably don't need to ask. It seems that many stories in the world are written by Senior Brother Li."
This is a difficult statement to understand.
Those logics are hidden in the two right and wrong.
The cause of today's human story comes from what Bai Fengyu, the old temple master of Qingtian Taoism, did back then.
Whether Jiang Shanxue is as innocent as the ancient Qingtian Dao may not be an important thing.
But if Li Shi wasn't, he wouldn't ask.
If he had asked, of course it would be yes.
These Taoists who came from the story of Qingtian Dao naturally hate and hate a person like Bai Fengyu more than anyone else.
So much so that in the end he did not hesitate to follow the same path as he did back then.
Maybe the dragon slayer becomes the evil dragon after all.
Jiang Guyu was noncommittal.
Jiang Shanxue looked at it quietly for a long time, then turned around and looked at his brother's back.
"So, brother, where are you?"
Jiang Juyu said calmly: "The whole world knows that Beitai, Bai He and 300,000 Qingjia are rebels. For people like us, it doesn't matter whether we are right or wrong. Could it be that if we are not, Huaian will Will you welcome us back with a smile on your face?"
of course not.
After 300,000 Qingjia attacked Huaidu, it was destined to be a reversible matter.
Jiang Shanxue said slowly: "Beitai doesn't know what Sophora japonica looks like. Don't you know either?"
Jiang Juyu said calmly: "We naturally know, and it is precisely because we know that we would encourage the young master of Peking University to do such a thing. If he still has room for maneuver, then we have no room for maneuver."
Jiang Shanxue was silent for a long time, looking at the plum blossoms falling in the wind and the plum blossoms flowing away from the distant stream.
"What do you mean?"
Jiang Juyu turned around and smiled.
"Aren't you watching?"
So Cornus officinalis is also natural.
Jiang Shanxue stood there silently.
So those undercurrents are really much more turbulent than the world imagines.
"Li Shi, Zhang Xiaoyu, Ye Hanzhong, brother...the three swords and three concepts in the world, except Mojianya and Queyimen, turned out to be involved."
Jiang Zhuyu said calmly: "There are more than three swords and three views in this world?"
For example, a rapidly declining plain city in the south.
Jiang Shanxue looked long and hard at his brother, whom he had not seen for many years.
"So what do you mean by showing up here? Tell me, tell us, you are a raging storm and cannot be saved?"
Jiang Juyu said softly: "We are naturally in a violent situation, but it takes the entire world to save us."
"Let three hundred thousand green armors escape from the world, let gods and ghosts appear in the world, and stir up disputes among the demon clan."
Jiang Shanxue said slowly.
"If we can't save it, have you ever thought about what the world will be like?"
Jiang Juyu smiled softly and walked towards the west of the human world.
"It's nothing more than a big dream, nothing more than starting over from scratch."
In the whole story, no news spread to the human world. The Taoist who reached the stage of seeking plum blossoms walked far away and looked back at Jiang Shanxue. He seemed to want to say something to his brother, but in the end he said nothing. Go quietly in the white plum rain blown by the spring breeze.
...
"After three passes under Pingshan Hall, I heard the sound of half a lifetime with a snap of my fingers."
"I haven't seen the old immortal in ten years. Dragons and snakes are flying on the wall."
"If you want to embarrass the governor, you still sing the spring breeze of the willows."
"Don't say anything, everything will turn out to be in vain."
Le Chaotian was sitting on a lonely island by the sea, facing the sound of the ocean tide all over the island, playing the piano and singing softly.
"It's all a dream until you turn around."
Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo sat aside in confusion, watching the hands playing the piano gradually calm down, looking up at Le Chaotian who was quite sad, and asked in confusion: "What does this mean? "
Le Chaotian pushed away the guqin in front of him, stood up, stood on an isolated island by the sea with his hands behind his hands, and said calmly: "It means that even if the article shocks the world, it will only live on the paper."
"..."
Does this old boy Le Chaotian think he is handsome?
Lu Xiaosan thought rather speechlessly.
It's like he asked: "Uncle, what does 凲? mean?"
The uncle said: "It means 峛?"
Lu Xiaosan was too lazy to pay attention. After arriving at the beach, he seemed to have lost a lot of happiness in Le Chaotian. He ran to the edge of the island and looked at the young man in Qingshang who seemed to never get tired of looking at the sea. Grass is firefly.
"Senior, what does uncle mean?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "What he means is that life is short, why do you need to think so much?"
Lu Xiaosan felt that Le Chaotian definitely didn't mean this. This was probably to tell Lu Xiaosan not to think too much.
The young boy had forgotten that although this senior liked to drink, watch the lake, sleep and snore, he was also an out-and-out riddler.
Except that I, Lu Xiaosan, am an honest and good young man.
The world is full of Riddlers.
Lu Xiaosan hummed and returned to the small pavilion where Le Chaotian had set up, and stretched out his hand towards Le Chaotian.
Say nothing.
Today, I, Lu Xiaosan, will also be the Riddler.
Le Chaotian just glanced at it calmly, then reached into his sleeves, took out a big money bag, and threw it into the little boy's arms.
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment.
No, this development is wrong.
This old boy shouldn't have frowned and then asked - what do you want to do?
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan's dazed look and said with a clear smile: "Stupid young boy, you have to know that most things in the world can be solved with a bag of money."
Lu Xiaosan was speechless.
So Le Chaotian didn't even bother to ask what this kid was going to do.
Of course a young boy can't be the Riddler.
His realm is too low, his influence is too small, his money bag is dry, and his changes are of no effect.
Naturally, he cannot make it difficult for the world to guess what he wants to do.
How could such a young boy become the Riddler?
However, it doesn't matter whether Lu Xiaosan wants to be the Riddler or not. After shaking the money bag in his hand, the young boy proudly looked at the pine cone that was about to move.
The latter quickly looked away.
"What do you see me doing?"
Pinecone swallowed.
What Lu Xiaosan wanted to do with the money was known to the whole world.
So when the little demon girl saw this scene, she started to drool.
Lu Xiaosan chuckled.
"Call me Lu Da Jianxian, and I will take you to the other side of the mountain to eat roast duck."
Pinecone snorted disdainfully.
"Returning to the Land, Great Sword Immortal, go ahead and dream."
"I won't call you Lu Da Sword Immortal. It's absolutely impossible to call you Lu Da Sword Immortal."
"Even if I, Song Guo, starve to death, jump from here in the Dead Sea, I still won't be able to call you Lu Da Sword Immortal."
Lu Xiaosan said with a smile: "Okay, okay, that's enough."
The young boy turned around and walked toward the seaside outside the lone island while humming a tune. "Who is a god? I am a god. Who is a swordsman? I am a swordsman. Hey, I am a swordsman."
"...."
The little girl still looked like she didn't buy it, but she honestly followed her.
...
"Don't say that everything will be empty when you turn around. When you don't turn around, it's just a dream."
Cao Weiying drank wine and slowly talked about the song Xijiang Yue that Le Chaotian sang just now.
"It's a dream until I turn around."
Le Chaotian said softly: "Isn't that what senior thinks?"
Cao Weiying smiled and said, "Die Meng's affairs are always difficult to explain clearly."
Le Chaotian stood in the morning sea breeze for a long time, and then said softly: "So, what do seniors think about the mountains and rivers view?"
Cao Weiying drank wine and looked at the sea.
"You know it in your heart, so why bother asking me?"
Le Chaotian said slowly: "I thought the seniors would have some different opinions after coming out of the stories of those years."
"opinion?"
Cao Weiying smiled and said: "Sometimes when I look at this vast sea, I wonder, how did Li Er look at things in the world back then?"
Le Chaotian naturally didn't know what happened back then, so he listened respectfully.
"Li Er actually didn't say anything. Even my master told Emperor Huai back then that Qianqiu's affairs should be left to Qianqiu, but Li Er didn't say anything."
Le Chaotian probably understood what Cao Weiying meant.
"Since Lord Sword Master was able to say that Qianqiu's matters should be left to Qianqiu, it was naturally because he had thought about such things. But the saint did not. He left all choices to the human world."
Le Chaotian said softly.
"Even Taoist saints have many holy words left in the world, but saints do not."
"A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name."
Le Chaotian looked at the young man in Qingshang.
"This is the senior's opinion."
Cao Weiying was noncommittal, just smiled and drank wine, sitting and watching the world instead of watching it.
Le Chaotian sighed softly.
"So in the final analysis, people who are willing to look at the world will not be saints. The Holy Saint is unkind, and the world is ruthless."
Cao Weiying finally looked back at this Taoist cultivator with twelve waves in the Dao Sea, smiled slightly and said: "So do you want to be a saint, or do you want to be Li Shanhe?"
Le Chaotian didn't answer.
I just closed my eyes in the February sea breeze.
Countless Taoist rhymes spread around this Taoist who looked particularly young, and thousands of mysterious Taoist texts overflowed from the divine sea with golden light.
Like all living things, like mountains and rivers in all directions.
Vast mountains and rivers fall towards the human world in endless Taoist rhyme, and the currents of the sea begin to appear in those mountains and rivers.
Just like the words that sounded like a joke at the beginning.
Li Shanhe will become Li Shanhai.
Those who make music begin to paint the sea.
It’s just that Le Chaotian will always be Le Chaotian.
Cao Weiying just drank wine and sat on the beach with a smile.
It's not that idle people can't be idle, but those who can be idle must not wait for idle people.
.....
Liu Sanyue stood in front of the King of Chu's palace with a solemn expression.
Because of the Wujia incident, the left and right Sima were almost permanently stationed in the King of Chu's palace. You came and I came and went, and we were very busy.
This is also understandable.
After all, Kyoto has been the capital of Huai'an for thousands of years, and only the garrison and sea guards still maintain their organizational structure.
Naturally, many chores need to be done all over again.
Because the Lingtai sword in front of the palace disappeared at some point, Han Chan, as the current King of Chu, was naturally very concerned about this matter.
Therefore, Liu Sanyue waited for a long time before Zuo Sima finally left.
Han Chan leaned on the emperor's chair and rested with his forehead propped up.
Seeing Liu Sanyue entering the hall, he said lazily: "Junior brother, is there anything wrong?"
As a killer, Han Chan had rarely faced such tedious things in the past. Therefore, Han Chan was probably a little tired. He didn't even care about the identity of the monarch and his subjects, and he didn't bother to pretend to be the king of Chu anymore. He looked quite casual.
It's just that Han Chan is casual, but Liu Sanyue is hard to be casual.
Not long ago, he was strolling on the street and met Liu Chunfeng, and the two had a conversation.
Although they were all insignificant things, afterward, Liu Sanyue suddenly remembered a detail that he had ignored.
The Taoist who walked by while the two were chatting in the spring breeze on the long street.
Liu Sanyue stood in the palace. Thinking of what happened that day, he was still a little frightened. He said solemnly: "Li Shi from Shanhe Guan appeared in Huaidu not long ago."
It wasn't until he told Han Chan the news that Liu Sanyue felt a little more at ease.
Naturally, the shock will not disappear, it will only transfer.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly became solemn.
Han Chan squinted his eyes and sat up.
"who?"
Liu Sanyue repeated it in a deep voice.
"View of Mountains and Rivers, Li Shi."
Huaian may not know about Hanchan.
But you must know Li Shi, Li Shi, the sect of Shanhe Guanzong.
This is the most outstanding Taoist disciple among the twenty-five-year-old practitioners of Zhang Xiaoyu's generation in today's spiritual world.
none of them.
Neither Zhang Xiaoyu nor Liu Sanyue could compare with such a disciple.
Huang Liang may not fully know the story of Huaian.
However, both Han Chan and Liu Sanyue knew the story on the Liuhe Bridge back then.
Even the reason why Han Cicada came to Huangliang was because someone handed a plum blossom to Yun Zhusheng to help him briefly re-enter the realm of the great road, and then came from thousands of mountains and rivers to send Liu Sanyue to die.
What role Li Shi played in the world, both of them had some vague guesses.
As soon as Liu Sanyue said these words, the hall fell silent.
"When did this happen?"
"A few days ago, I was walking along the long street with Dean Chunfeng, and I had some thoughts in my mind. In addition, I hadn't seen each other for many years, so I didn't remember for a while that the Taoist who walked by was Senior Brother Li Shi. To this day.”
Han Chan sat there in silence, looking up at the outside of the hall, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long time, the swordsman in white imperial robes said slowly: "Go and tell Xuansheyuan to find him at all costs."
"Bring it back to Kyoto."
Liu Sanyue bowed, accepted the order and left.
Naturally, they didn't know what Li Shi was going to do.
But it is obvious that the affairs of the world today are inseparable from this disciple of Shanhe Guanzong.
