The night of New Year's Eve.
When Hu Lu returned to Jian Zong, the night was already a bit dark.
A group of senior brothers gathered around the three ponds that were blown apart by the snow and wind with sword intent. Each of them held a bowl of sweet wine and drank there.
Cong Ren was sitting in the corridor, like the melancholy young man many years ago, with his legs inserted through the guardrail of the corridor, and his entire upper body protruding from the guardrail. He was holding a bowl of sweet wine in his hand, holding a spoon while There I looked at this snowy night on New Year's Eve in this world without any sadness.
Zhang Xiaoyu was squatting next to the big pot, taking a colander and turning it over, looking for glutinous rice balls in the sweet wine. The bowl in his arms was already full of glutinous rice balls, and the sweet wine was full of glutinous rice balls. not a lot.
Jiang Ye was untying her apron and tapping Zhang Xiaoyu's head with the handle of a spoon.
"Stop picking. It's all about what little junior brother will eat."
Zhang Xiaoyu held the bowl and said confidently: "I am also a junior brother. Isn't the former junior brother not a junior brother? e=(′o｀*))) Alas, the world is poor and people are not as good as new ones."
"...Okay, okay, you choose."
Jiang Ye covered his forehead helplessly, probably he would be so angry that he would faint if he continued talking.
Not far away, Chen Huaifeng and his bride, who was always wearing a hijab, were sitting on the guardrail, feeding each other glutinous rice balls. Hey, you took one bite and I took one bite. It was very sweet, even for the Chinese New Year. This senior brother has not yet Forgetting to make a cup of wolfberry tea, Zhang Xiaoyu made a bowl full of glutinous rice balls. When passing by, he glanced at the wolfberry cup, and then said in amazement: "Add so many wolfberry, senior brother." Are you not very good at it? Hahahahahaha."
Then the sword cultivator in white was kicked by Chen Huaifeng, almost spilling the glutinous rice balls in the bowl. Zhang Xiaoyu quickly protected the bowl in his hand and fled towards Cong Ren in embarrassment.
Mei Quming and the others were squatting there holding bowls, discussing the afternoon's card game loudly while eating.
Hu Lu held Shushu's little hand and stood on a small bridge not far away, watching this scene quietly. Although his demeanor was calm, the smile on the boy's lips could not be hidden.
When Zhang Xiaoyu was walking towards here holding the bowl, he saw Hu Lu holding Shushu's little hand, and exclaimed, but he didn't say much, he just said with a smile: "Brothers, hurry up and get the glutinous rice balls." Finished picking, Hu Luwa, go get a bowl."
Hu Lu thought to herself, do you think I am blind or stupid?
But he was holding Shushu there, and he had no intention of breaking up with Zhang Xiaoyu.
He just held Shushu's hand and walked to Cong Ren and called Master softly.
Cong Ren smiled slightly and said, "Go."
No one had any objections or thoughts about the young man bringing the little demon girl to Jianzong to celebrate the New Year.
Hu Lu and Shu Shu called all the brothers over. Jiang Ye had probably seen the two of them a long time ago. After driving Zhang Xiaoyu away, he had already filled two bowls and put them aside.
Hu Lu finally let go of Shushu's hand. The two of them each held a bowl of sweet wine and ran to a corner further away than Chen Huaifeng and sat down.
There are red lanterns hanging everywhere in Sanchi. Some were left over when Chen Huaifeng got married, and the rest were newly hung for the New Year.
There are still many colorful ribbons from that time left in some places.
Hu Lu thought she was the last one to come, until she saw Cong Xin walking around in the snow holding a small umbrella.
This little peach demon seemed to have not woken up. He walked to Cong Ren and yawned.
"Cong Ren, I want to eat glutinous rice balls."
Cong Ren turned his head away with a smile and took a big bite of his glutinous rice balls.
"If you want to eat, go ahead and serve it. What are you watching me do?"
Cong Xin kicked Cong Ren on the butt, and then walked towards the pot of glutinous rice balls.
"You old guy, you are so lazy."
The little girl holding the umbrella muttered to herself.
Hu Lu sat in the corner silently, so was it Cong Renlan or Cong Xinlan?
Shushu on the side just lowered her head quietly, scooped up two glutinous rice balls with a spoon, and then stuffed them into her mouth together. Her cheeks were bulging as she ate, looking just like her name.
Then he picked up the bowl in his hand and drank the sweet wine while chewing the glutinous rice balls in his mouth.
Hu Lu looked at it very happily.
Although Shushu didn't say anything, Hu Lu could tell that Shushu was very happy to eat.
Maybe also very happy.
It is difficult for an unhappy person to have two big glutinous rice balls in one mouthful.
Hu Lu watched quietly for a long time, until Shushu had finished the glutinous rice balls in his bowl, drank the sweet wine, and stretched out the bowl, Hu Lu's own bowl was still full.
"Do you want another bowl?"
Hu Lu asked, looking at Shushu.
Shushu still didn't speak, and the meaning in his eyes was still hazy and distant.
However, he nodded sincerely.
Hu Lu simply poured her bowl of glutinous rice balls to Shushu, and then ran to Jiang Ye with the bowl in hand, planning to fill up another bowl.
Cong Xin didn't seem to be awake. She was picking up glutinous rice balls one by one. She even punctured the white glutinous skin of some glutinous rice balls, and the sweet bean paste inside flowed out.
Seeing Hu Lu running out with an empty bowl, Cong Xin stopped what he was doing, tilted his head and looked at the boy for a long time, which even Hu Lu was confused by.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Oh, nothing."
Cong Xin turned her head away, stretched out her little hands and began to carefully serve the dumplings.
Although she said nothing, Cong Xin still looked back at Hu Lu, and then looked at Shushu not far away.
"Did you ask Shushu to come celebrate the New Year?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing."
Cong Xin said this again, then held a full bowl of sweet wine and walked towards Cong Ren in the corridor.
While walking, he looked back, which made Hu Lu a little confused, but the boy didn't pay attention to it. After all, Cong Xin slept on the swing every day, and sometimes it was inevitable that he would be nagging.
Hu Lu filled another bowl of sweet wine, and then carefully returned to the corner of the corridor.
Shushu finished half of his second bowl of sweet wine and was holding the bowl while looking at the snow in Jianzong's garden.
Of course the snow is a bit far away.
The swordsmanship of those senior brothers lifted up the wind and snow near Sanchi, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves emitted a warm red light.
Zhang Xiaoyu was laughing happily over there, while Chen Huaifeng held the bride, who had not lifted her hijab, to look at her snow-white hair.
Mei Quming and the others had finished eating glutinous rice balls and moved out the tables and chairs to play cards.
Cong Ren looked at his disciples with a slight smile, and then met Hu Lu's eyes.
So this great swordsman who had been famous for a thousand years walked out with the sweet wine bowl in his hand amidst the increasingly noisy sounds coming from the world outside the Sword Sect.
When Hu Lu was about to ask his master if he would leave next year when he came back this time, suddenly a lot of light flew into the sky in the night, and then exploded brilliantly and noisily, illuminating the entire sky with incomparable splendor.
Hu Lu stared blankly at the night sky outside the corridor.
"Happy New Year, Hulu."
The young man turned his head, and Cong Ren was laughing softly.
Hu Lu suddenly forgot what he wanted to ask just now.
At the same time, Zhang Xiaoyu and the others also started making noise, laughing and playing around.
At that moment, the wind and snow in the world and all kinds of sounds rushed in, getting stronger and more passionate.
Hu Lu put the bowl in his hand aside and made a sword salute to his master in an upright manner.
"Happy New Year, Master."
Zhang Xiaoyu and the others had already squeezed towards this side, stopping in the corridor in twos and threes, looking at the melon-skinned boy with bright smiles.
"Happy New Year, junior brother."
Hu Lu didn't know why, but she laughed until she burst into tears. She looked back at the wind and snow outside the corridor behind her, and then blessed her senior brothers one by one.
"Happy New Year, senior brother."
Everyone was laughing and shouting with great joy, and then stretched their heads outside the corridor to look at the fireworks that lit up the world.
Hu Lu turned around and looked at the little demon girl standing quietly under the lantern.
Shushu was holding the bowl in which all the sweet wine had been consumed, with only one glutinous rice ball left. The light in his eyes seemed to have finally faded away from the hazy and distant look, reflecting those colorful and bright lights very clearly.
"Happy New Year, Rat."
The young man said softly.
Shushu finally spoke, but his voice was very far away, as if falling from a high mountain far away.
"Happy New Year, Hulu."
The boy stood there blankly.
There is a lot of heat flowing all over the body, as if the wind and snow that got into the body after drinking too much at the door of Jianzong that day has really melted away, and then poured into the chest.
The young man's face was full of tears before he knew it. He hugged the little demon girl in front of him into his arms and kept murmuring.
"Happy New Year....."
Cong Ren looked there with a slight smile, his eyes gradually moved away from the young girls embracing each other during the New Year, and fell on Chen Huaifeng's newlyweds, and then looked at Jiang Ye, Mei Quming, the white-clothed couple. The sword cultivator's eyes slowly and gently passed over everyone, Jiang Hehai, Cong Xin... and then stopped on Zhang Xiaoyu, who was also wearing white.
Cong Ren smiled slightly and said nothing.
Hu Lu standing at the end of the corridor is surrounded by wind and snow.
So does some people's.
A sword came through the wind and snow with a few peach blossoms.
It seemed that everyone was immersed in passionate or throbbing emotions, and no one saw such an action by the sword cultivator in white.
Only Cong Xin.
When the sword called Fang Cun came from a pond with several peach blossoms, the little girl subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab the sword.
But Cong Xin is a little girl, she is too short.
So the sword finally fell into Cong Ren's hands.
The swordsman in white smiled slightly and looked at the little girl who looked at him with a sad face.
He opened his mouth and said something silently.
what is it then?
I'll go out and come back later.
Just like a certain lazy swordsman a long time ago.
Everything in this stormy new year came to a standstill for a thousand and three years. The swordsman in white walked quietly through the wind and snow with his sword and a few pieces of peach blossoms that were falling into the snow.
...
Cong Xin jumped off the small swing under the tree.
Then he walked into a pool.
The young man lying suspended in the sword's mind burst into tears. Many peach blossoms were falling slowly, like a crimson snow, falling all over the young man's body.
This very short little girl stopped under the peach tree and looked at the boy quietly for a long time.
The floating life is temporarily sent to a dream within a dream.
Everything in the world is like hearing the wind.
Cong Xin didn't know why, but her face was also filled with tears. Among the tears slowly flowing down her face, there was a lot of smiles.
"Hu Lu, it's really a good thing to have a sweet dream."
Cong Xin lowered her head and raised her hand to wipe the tears that seemed to be unable to be wiped away from her eyes, so the tears fell all the way down her arms and dropped into pieces of peach blossoms.
Just like this peach tree that has been blooming for a thousand years.
Just like this peach tree that has been wiping away tears for a thousand years.
Cong Xin wiped away her tears for a long time, then raised her head, looking at the Jianzong Garden with a smile in her tears.
"I'll bring him back."
The little girl turned and left among the peach blossoms flying chaotically in the spring breeze.
...
A certain scholar in white was lying lazily on Xiao Feixian parked by the Nanyi River, drinking wine there comfortably.
Willows are hanging down on the riverbanks, sycamores and maples are also spreading their new leaves, and pedestrians are coming and going in those long streets.
The human story is slowly settling down.
If the White Deer Monster Tribe wants to cross the sea, let them do so. Since they won't listen to the insults, what else can they do?
It's certainly a good story for the South.
Bailu has gathered too many demon clans. It was not good news for Nanyi City or Shanyue City at the beginning. If the bow is full, it will be shot, and it will be destroyed in the yellow beam. It is better than the current collapse in the south of Huai'an. .
The prime minister is naturally happy to see such a story.
So I finally felt that I could breathe a sigh of relief. I was very luxurious and bought some wine that I usually thought was very expensive. I rode Xiao Feixian all the way to the Nanyi River, where I drank a little wine while facing the spring scenery. Humming a little tune.
"If you don't want me to hold my husband's clothes, where are you now? If you don't want to come back late, don't go to Linqiong."
The prime minister is a thousand-year-old single, so naturally there is no love story.
He was probably singing about those monsters who seemed to him to be very stupid.
What's the trouble?
What sea should we cross properly?
Qing Xiang hummed this ancient farewell song, which was said to be the favorite of a certain Mojianya disciple back then, and lay on the Feixian, drinking wine leisurely.
Just as he was drinking, this great human demon was startled, sat upright, threw the wine bottle to the ground, raised his hands and rubbed his eyes repeatedly, and then looked somewhere along the long street again.
"Xiao Congxin?"
The prime minister felt that he must have seen it wrong. So I rubbed my eyes for a long time, and then I was sure that the little girl in a small skirt carrying a sword that was longer than her was indeed Cong Xin who had been swinging in the Human Sword Sect all year round.
The scholar in white, who had been drinking for a long time and was a little drunk, suddenly woke up and looked at Cong Xin walking towards here with a surprised look on his face, carrying a sword with a peach branch-like blue hilt on his back.
"What happened to the Human Sword Sect?"
Cong Xin, who was carrying a sword longer than his own, said softly: "It's nothing, I just want to go out."
Prime Minister Qing frowned, looked at Cong Xin and said, "Where are you going?"
Cong Xin turned around and looked to the north of the world.
"East China Sea."
The scholar in white stood blankly on the bank of the spring breeze.
He naturally knew what the two words Donghai meant to Cong Xin in front of him.
Cong Xin withdrew her gaze, looked at Qing Xiang and said, "I need to borrow your Feixian."
Those who are either good at cursing are scholars.
It’s not the sword cultivator who carries the sword on his back.
Of course Cong Xin is not a swordsman, although she has a very good sword.
Qing Xiang quietly looked at the sword named Shanhua behind Cong Xin, and said slowly: "I need to know what happened to the sword sect in the world."
Cong Xin lowered his head, remained silent for a while, and then said softly: "I don't know what happened, but I want to go to the East China Sea to have a look."
The Prime Minister frowned.
"I won't lend it to you."
Cong Xin, who had stayed in the Sword Sect all year round and talked melancholy about Zhang Xiaoyu and the others who specially bullied her, raised her head, with a very sad smile on her very young face.
"Then, I can only snatch it."
The people in Nanyi City who were walking back and forth suddenly saw many crimson petals flying chaotically by the Nanyi River.
There seems to be a lot of sword intent mixed in it.
People looked in panic in the direction of the peach blossoms, and then they saw the prime minister by the river, and the little girl Cong Xin who had raised her hand to hold the scabbard behind her.
The world is as silent as a cicada, not understanding that the story in the south is gradually getting on the right track, and the Human Sword Sect seems to be in conflict with the Xuansheyuan again.
Nothing goes on.
The white-clothed scholar, the Great Demon Dao Cultivator in the Human World, didn't do anything. He just looked at Cong Xin in front of him quietly.
"Did something happen to Cong Ren?"
Cong Xin let go of the sword in his hand and said softly, "Yes."
The prime minister was not surprised.
This scholar has known the lazy sword cultivator for thousands of years, so he naturally knows many things about the sword sect in the world.
If it hadn't been for Cong Ren's accident, Cong Xin would never have been like this.
Some stories come with answers.
But the prime minister still couldn't believe it and needed a definite answer.
There was a long silence by the Nanyi River.
After a long time, the scholar in white got off the Feixian, lowered his head and picked up the broken wine bottle on the ground. Most of the wine inside had leaked, but there was still some left.
The Prime Minister picked up the wine bottle on the ground, brought it to his lips and drank. Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned around and walked along the long street.
After walking a long way, the scholar turned around and looked at Cong Xin, who was stopping not far away with a sword on his back.
"Tell Cong Ren that if he dares to die outside, even if I learn Nanchu witchcraft again, I will pull him out of the River Styx and curse him for a thousand years."
Cong Xin responded slightly.
"Um."
The spring breeze in the world is gentle, but the spring is late in March.
Some people never come back.
