Rumor wind.
Liu Sanyue stood quietly on the edge of the well, looking down at the water. Liu Chunfeng was not far away looking at Zhang San who was squatting at the entrance of the alley and thought he was a mushroom.
The spring breeze has arrived in the alley, but the mushrooms have stopped growing.
He huddled up and nestled at the entrance of the alley, his eyes flashing as he looked at the two people from Kyoto.
After Liu Sanyue and Liu Chunfeng arrived in this small town, they did not leave.
As for the bloodstains on the edge of the well that I saw at the beginning, it came from Zhang San called Mushroom, or Zhang San's mushroom. He passed by here during the first lunar month and accidentally fell because the ground was slippery. thing. So the blood stain didn't last long.
Although Liu Sanyue and the others didn't get anything from the blood, they knew that Li Shi must have been to this town, but no one knew where the Shanheguan Taoist went after he came to the town.
Liu Sanyue raised his head and glanced at Liu Chunfeng. Fake Du Yushan was still looking at the lunatic, while the ugly Taoist had been looking at his extremely distorted self in the well water.
But after passing through those Taoists who were distorted by the raindrops along the well, they became more beautiful. Their ferocious faces became calmer, their ferocious eyes calmed down, and their twisted bodies became slender.
It was as if everything was back to what it was like last March, when Liu Sanyue had not experienced those stories.
Liu Chunfeng looked at Zhang San for a long time, then turned back and looked at Liu Sanyue, who had been staying by the well for a long time.
"If all the people from the surrounding Xuanxuyuan are transferred to the outside of the town, won't it be a little confusing?"
The fake capital Yushan asked hesitantly.
Liu Sanyue came back to his senses and no longer dwelled on his past self. He looked out the alley and said softly: "It's better to scare the snake away from the grass than to let the snake leave through the grass without any hindrance, senior brother."
Of course, Liu Chunfeng is not only the dean, but also a senior brother. No matter in terms of age or level, he is the senior brother of Qingtian Taoist.
Liu Chunfeng walked in the moist spring breeze, stopped beside Liu Sanyue, and looked down at the well.
"You've been looking at this well for a long time. It does seem like there's something wrong with it."
Liu Sanyue said softly: "I met senior brother Li Shi back then, and I also felt the Tao charm in him. There are traces of that kind of spirit everywhere in this town, but not here."
The ugly-faced Qingtian Taoist thought of the young senior brother under those prosperous lights.
"It was as if someone took a knife and suddenly cut off all traces."
Liu Sanyue said and laughed.
He turned to look at the spring well on the side.
"Or perhaps Senior Brother Li jumped in from here."
Liu Chunfeng was silent for a while and said, "Do you also want to jump in and have a look?"
Liu Sanyue said softly: "If he really went somewhere from here, senior brother, do you dare to go in?"
Liu Chunfeng said sincerely: "I don't dare."
Liu Sanyue looked at herself in the well quietly.
"I don't know if this is my imagination or what. These wells are like a mirror. If you stand here, you can see something from the past."
Liu Chunfeng looked down for a long time and said softly: "I can't tell."
Liu Chunfeng in the Dafeng calendar year 103 and Liu Chunfeng in the Dafeng calendar year 104 have not changed much.
But Liu Sanyue was different.
So when the Taoist looked at the distorted Liu Sanyue in the well, he felt an endless chill in his heart.
"Qingtian Dao fell apart back then."
Liu Chunfeng looked at Liu Sanyue, wondering why this Qingtian Dao disciple suddenly mentioned this matter.
"People in the world often think that they only know mountains and rivers, and they only know fortune-telling if they are missing one."
Liu Sanyue said softly: "Of course it's not like this."
"So people who have a view of mountains and rivers may go very far in their destiny."
Liu Chunfeng said slowly.
The two of them looked at the well together. The well reflected the flying eaves, blue sky and white clouds, and the endless spring breeze.
Liu Chunfeng looked at it for a long time, then turned to look at the ugly-looking Taoist.
"So you think Li Shi is still in the town, but not at this time?"
Liu Sanyue nodded.
Liu Chunfeng took a deep breath and looked towards the long street of the small town outside the alley.
"The three great miraculous arts in the world are the magic of ghosts traveling across space, the magic of witchcraft flowing back, and the nine-character mantra. The so-called magic word is that they are all magic of scale. The magic of ghosts traveling across space, the magic of witchcraft flowing backwards in time , the Nine-Character Jue also contains this principle."
Liu Sanyue said: "Senior brother, do you think the art of time has been lost?"
"At least no one in the world can master the art of migration."
"Senior Cong Ren knows the nine-character mantra."
Liu Sanyue said calmly.
"Since the Nine-Character Mantra has not been truly lost, it is possible for everyone to learn it."
The Taoist who was truly left in the world by Han Chan no longer had the same chaos as before.
Very sober and calm.
Liu Chunfeng looked at the Taoist of Qingtian Dao quietly, and said with regret: "It is indeed a pity that junior brother is trapped in Huangliang."
Liu Sanyue just smiled softly in response to the compliment, then put away his smile and looked at the alley for a long time.
"Maybe we are facing that Senior Brother Li."
The story is probably the same as that of Young Master Wubei who stood on the streets of Nanyi City and used the art of migration to force his way into a certain period of time.
"It's a chilling story."
Liu Chunfeng looked at the mushroom at the entrance of the alley.
"So it's possible he's seen it?"
Liu Sanyue didn't speak, but also tilted his head to look at that person.
"Senior brother, can I ask?"
Liu Sanyue's appearance is ugly, while Liu Chunfeng's appearance is beautiful.
Appearance is naturally of great help to social interaction.
Liu Chunfeng smiled and walked towards the man pretending to be a mushroom.
The two squatted in the alley and talked for a long time, until the mushroom looked at Liu Chunfeng strangely, as if he was crazy.
The Taoist man came back silently.
"He hasn't seen it."
Liu Sanyue didn't find it strange.
As for Zhang San, not only had I never seen him, but I also thought Liu Chunfeng was a fool. After all, these two contrasting people had been here for a long time. They seemed to be looking for something, but they were just looking at it with their eyes.
If it were me, I would definitely smell it with my nose, touch it with my hands, and roll all over the floor to look for it.
You see, even a mushroom knows something, but they just don't know it like ignorant children.
So being like a worldly person may not mean being a real worldly person.
No matter how much he squats down and eats noodles with a bowl in his hands like a farmer thinking about his harvest, he is still a swordsman who can say that he will kill the world with one sword.
But when Zhang San thought like this, the ugly Taoist really started to fumble around.
A beautiful appearance is naturally an advantage in socializing, but sometimes it can also become an obstacle.
A person who is known as Yushan, the fake capital, even if he tries his best to get a few more oil stains on his robes, it will only make people think that he is clean.
So Liu Chunfeng looked with admiration at Liu Sanyue, who was rummaging around the edge of the well like a beggar.
If it were in the past, Liu Sanyue probably wouldn't be so careless about his image.
But after experiencing a lot of spitting with the world, Liu Sanyue probably became a little different.
The mud and the beautiful March spring breeze naturally coexist.
Liu Sanyue fumbled for a long time, but suddenly stopped.
I swept away some wet soil and moss from the edge of the well, and looked at the stone slab quietly.
Liu Chunfeng looked over and saw nothing on the stone slab.
Clean and tidy.
At least there was a strange blood color on the edge of the well at first, but it didn't appear here.
There are just some faint scratches.
Liu Chunfeng felt as if he was in a trance.
For a moment, he couldn't remember whether these scratches were there when Liu Sanyue swept away the dirt and moss, or whether they appeared slowly when he looked over.
Just slowly, the scratch seemed to be getting clearer and clearer.
Is it a sword mark?
no.
It looked more like a bucket falling from the edge of a well and being smashed out.
Liu Sanyue looked at the trace in infinite silence.
Zhang San, who was not far away, raised his umbrella higher.
Liu Chunfeng heard the rustling sound and turned around, only to see many strange lights appearing in the crazy eyes.
It suddenly rained in the world.
The spring rain fell in patter, carrying an old and decaying atmosphere.
It seemed that it had been staying on those green eaves for a long time, and finally slowly fell down.
"Senior brother, if you ask him now, maybe he will have seen it."
Liu Sanyue's voice sounded very calmly in Liu Chunfeng's ears.
The Taoist from Xuanxuyuan's eyes suddenly widened. He turned around and looked at Liu Sanyue blankly.
He seemed to understand something.
Liu Sanyue stood up, and there was an umbrella in his hand. The umbrella still carried the residual warmth left by another Taoist.
"If you are alive, you must die. This sentence is very suitable wherever you put it."
Liu Sanyue said softly, and did not look at the umbrella in his hand. Instead, he slightly lifted the edge of the umbrella and looked towards the end of the alley.
"One kind of destiny is inserted into the long river of time, and another kind of original destiny collapses."
Liu Chunfeng followed Liu Sanyue's gaze and then froze there.
At the end of the alley, the spring rain continued, and a Taoist priest was slowly leaving there, with a touch of bright blood on his right shoulder.
View of mountains and rivers.
Li Shi.
Liu Chunfeng came back to his senses, his Taoist charm disappeared, and he was about to chase the Taoist in the direction he left.
But he was stopped by Liu Sanyue.
"Let him go."
Liu Chunfeng looked back at the ugly Taoist, and his eyes fell on the umbrella in his hand.
This umbrella, when one of the two fates collapsed and the other was replaced, was thrust into Liu Sanyue's hands by the Taoist.
Liu Sanyue's hand moved downwards, revealing a few words on the umbrella ribs.
Chapter 19.
When Liu Chunfeng saw that line of words, his face turned extremely pale.
Chapter 19 of The Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox - Absolute sage and abandon wisdom, benefiting the people a hundredfold. Absolute benevolence and righteousness are abandoned, and the people return to filial piety and kindness. If you throw away the advantage of a perfect skill, there will be no thieves. These three people think that the literature is not enough, so they are ordered to belong to others, they are simple and simple, and they have few selfish desires.
It is said that the laws of Kamigawa, which are the catalog, have already filled a room.
So at that moment, Yushan, the fake capital, finally understood what the Taoist from Shanhe Temple was going to do.
Even Liu Sanyue, at that moment, stood there in confusion and confusion.
Many gentlemen from Xuanxuyuan are outside the town.
However, at that moment, he didn't know whether they should keep the Taoist at all costs.
It seems to stay or not.
Everything will be as the mountain and river Taoist wishes.
When they recovered from the shock, the figure of the Taoist had already drifted away.
Only countless drops of blood like pale peach blossoms were left in the spring rain and bloomed.
...
Hu Lu held his melon skin head on his head and sat at the door of Jianzong in a daze.
This time it’s really almost the New Year.
Those who should come back have already come back.
It is impossible to wait for the return of the peach blossom grower who died more than a thousand years ago.
It's just that Hu Lu didn't understand. What did Cong Ren mean by what he said to him by the creek bridge?
What choice is not to choose a sword or not?
Are you cheap?
After that day, Cong Ren didn't say anything to Hu Luduo, nor did he sleep in. Instead, he took the peach blossom on his chest, held a peach-colored umbrella from Cong Xin, and walked leisurely on the street. In the Sword Sect, they were either discussing health care with Chen Huaifeng or arguing with Zhang Xiaoyu. What was even more outrageous was that Cong Ren, who never liked playing cards, took his disciples to play all night long for the first time.
In fact, Cong Ren's card playing is not as bad as the world thinks.
At least he was able to fight with a group of disciples, which shows that this old boy still has something.
That's right.
I heard that Cong Ren's seniors rarely went out to play cards back then, and the only ones who came back with winnings from playing cards were Cong Ren. If his card skills were not up to par, he would naturally not be able to afford the expenses of a prodigal like Cong Zhongxiao.
When Hu Lu thought about this, he suddenly remembered that before Cong Ren left, he interfered in his card game and asked him to play the red card.
If Cong Ren knew how to play cards, how could he have played such a bad card in the first place, causing the young boy to lose completely?
Could it be that he had really already thought about making himself the sect leader?
But senior brother Huai Feng clearly said that this was not the case.
Hu Lu was very distressed.
So it would be better for the Riddler to get out of Nanyi City.
While Hu Lu was there in a daze, Zhang Xiaoyu had already come out carrying a lot of red things.
"Hu Luwa, don't be in a daze, come and help me hang the lanterns and post the couplets."
Zhang Xiaoyu threw all those things aside.
Hu Lu stood up reluctantly.
After all, he does seem to have some thorns in his heart now, ever since Cong Ren said that the thorns are not in your butt but in your heart.
However, after helping Zhang Xiaoyu hang up the lantern and put up the red couplets, the mood of the young man looking below was diluted a lot.
He started joking about this laughing senior brother.
"Senior brother, during the Chinese New Year this year, do you still want to go out and play cards all night?"
Zhang Xiaoyu climbed down from the ladder - although they were both sword cultivators, to put up Spring Festival couplets during the New Year, they still had to climb up the ladder and stick to each other bit by bit to feel it.
The swordsman in clean white clothes looked at the Spring Festival couplets he had posted with a smile. He shook his head and said, "I won't go. It's winter. It's too cold to come back from playing cards all night. Li Qinghua is not in Nanyi City. It's so early in the morning." Yes, no one even gave me a bite of hot food. This year I’ll just keep warming myself up in the Sword Sect.”
Hu Lu then remembered that the girl who always pestered Zhang Xiaoyu had gone to Huangliang. Zhang Xiaoyu also went with her to the endless deep ocean in Nantuo and ate something called a crab roe bun.
Zhang Xiaoyu said, laughed again, and patted the dust on his clothes. This sword cultivator always cherished the white clothes he wore because he was short of money for playing cards all the time.
"When I finish my work for a while, I will leave the Sword Sect."
Hu Lu was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked, "Where are you going, senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly, probably because he thought of such a soft and soft girl.
"Go to Yaofeng. From now on, I will no longer be a swordsman or a Taoist. I will just be a simple commoner. I will marry Li Qinghua and have children there. I will have a son named Zhang Dayu."
Hu Lu also laughed and said, "Senior brother's naming skills are so good that even the dog next door would be disgusted by them."
Zhang Xiaoyu rubbed Hu Lu's head, picked up the paste and the like, and walked towards Jian Zongli.
"You Hu Luwa are no better than me."
Hu Lu giggled there, and Zhang Xiaoyu walked into Jianzong, but soon poked his head out again.
"Senior Brother Jiang is cooking sweet rice dumplings with sweet wine. Remember to come back and eat them later. Don't sit in the snow and sleep like Senior Brother Mei said. It's not a good thing to get sick during the Chinese New Year."
"Okay senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu's footsteps gradually faded away.
Hu Lu sat at the door of Jianzong, and it seemed that he had really smelled the smell of sweet rice dumplings with sweet wine, floating in the snow passing through the garden, all the way into Hu Lu's nose.
Hu Lu was thinking while holding back her saliva.
Senior Brother Jiang is really weird this year. In previous years, he was not willing to cook such a thing. He always asked Senior Brother Mei to cook it, because since the senior brothers were very dissatisfied that he had to add some ginger leaves to the sweet rice dumplings, Senior Brother Jiang went on strike. .
As a result, if I want to eat gourd, I have to run to the street to buy it myself.
How does senior brother know that he wants to eat glutinous rice balls this year?
Hu Lu tilted her head and thought for a while, but didn't care.
After all, the senior brother might just have a whim.
The young man continued to shrink his hands and sat at the door of Jianzong in a daze, like a fat and crooked snowman.
Of course Hu Lu is not a fat person, but he wears more clothes in winter, and anyone can be a fat person.
The young man was in a daze like this. Sometimes some people passed by the Jianzong gate and talked and laughed with him, but Hu Lu didn't respond. He didn't know what he was thinking.
It wasn't until the lights on earth were blown into a blurry color by the wind and snow in the night that the young man who had been in a daze suddenly had a lot of light in his eyes, as if all the scattered lights fell on the young man. Average in eyes.
There is a small boat floating slowly on the Nanyi River in the distance.
There was a little demon girl wrapped up thickly, sitting in front of the wupeng and warming herself in front of the stove.
"Shu Shu, come to Jianzong to celebrate the New Year this year. The senior brothers are cooking sweet wine glutinous rice balls!"
The young man stood at the door of Jianzong with bright eyes and waved his hand.
The little demon girl quietly raised her head from the bow of the boat, her hazy gaze passing through the blurred lights of the world, as if she was both close at hand and yet far away in the horizon.
The young man's waving hand gradually dropped.
But soon the boy happily ran towards the river bank despite the wind and snow - the girl sitting in front of the stove nodded at a very subtle angle.
