Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes were full of stains, the scabbard of his sword was in tatters, and his eyeband was full of blood.
It's just that the sword is clean.
Like a stream of water in the March afternoon sunshine.
A child came out of the town with a jug of wine and handed it to the young swordsman sitting in the flowers beside the road outside the town.
Probably very curious about the origin of such a person, the child sat down next to Zhang Xiaoyu again.
"Why don't you come into town?"
The child took out a piece of candy from his arms, stuffed it into his mouth, licked his fingers, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there, released his hand from the sword on his knee, held the wine bottle in his arms, brought it to his lips, took a sip, and said calmly: "Because I am too dirty."
The child said oh and looked down at his clothes. Although he usually likes to roll around in the grass with his friends, he is not very sloppy now.
This made him very curious about where those black stains on Zhang Xiaoyu's body came from.
Did he kill many people?
But his sword is so clean.
The child thought for a while and said, "Do you want to take a bath? I know there is a clean river not far outside the town. I will take you there."
Zhang Xiaoyu drank for a long time, then nodded and said, "Okay."
The child stretched out his hand towards Zhang Xiaoyu, thinking that he needed to remind him, but the sword cultivator in rags simply hung the wine bottle on his waist, and then reached out to hold his hand. .
This young man's hands are so cold.
The child shuddered subconsciously.
His eyes fell on the sword as clear as water again.
He probably held the sword for too long.
Zhang Xiaoyu held the child in one hand and the sword in the other, following him toward the distance outside the town.
Such a clean river as the children said was not far away, and the two of them arrived in less than half a quarter of an hour's walk.
The place where the two of them arrived was a turbulent place, and the water made an uproar and rushed downwards.
The child stood there for a long time.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked very calm.
If such a child wants to push himself down and drown, that is acceptable.
But nothing like this happened. The child just stood there for a long time, and then took Zhang Xiaoyu's hand and continued downstream.
The sound of water gradually calmed down.
Zhang Xiaoyu's feet gradually changed from some soft river bank soil to some pebbled river beaches.
The child let go of Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, walked towards the edge of the river beach, bent down, picked up a pebble, and put it into his arms.
"what is that?"
Zhang Xiaoyu asked.
"Stone."
The child took out the goose egg-like pebble from his arms again, took a look at it, then put it back again and said, "A stone, left behind by my friends."
"Didn't they hang out with you?"
"No, they're dead."
So the pictures in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind that were outlined by the wind began to take on some color in some places.
It is red, like some red flowers dotted among the mountains and rivers.
Zhang Xiaoyu said nothing.
"There were young sword cultivators from their distant sword sect who came here before and told us to leave the town quickly, but no one listened to them."
The distance is probably over Jianya Cliff.
Donghai Sword Sect.
"Then one night, it was like the sky was rotten, and there were white fires everywhere in the sky."
"Some of the firelights fell and killed people."
The child said, looking at the young man who looked embarrassed.
"You must have been hit by fire from the sky. In fact, you don't need to be afraid. The adults in the town are all the same, dirty. They also like to drink."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, nodded, then took off the wine bottle from his waist and took a few sips.
"Don't drink it yet. The adults seem to have said you can't take a shower after drinking alcohol."
The child stretched out his hand to stop the sword cultivator.
Zhang Xiaoyu put down the wine bottle again, stood on the river beach for a long time, and said, "Okay."
The child held his hand again and walked towards the edge of the river beach.
"There is a river ahead of you. You have to be careful. There are some slippery rocks below. If you fall, I may not be able to pull you up."
The child said, ran away again, and ran back after a while, took a long stick, and handed the other end to Zhang Xiaoyu's hand.
"If you're afraid, just hold this."
Zhang Xiaoyu touched the long stick, nodded, and walked slowly towards the river. He didn't stop until he was almost submerged in the wine bottle at his waist, and then slowly sat down in the river and watched. It looks like a head floating on the river.
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
Children may be a little curious.
"Don't take it off, just take a dip together for a while."
"All right."
Zhang Xiaoyu sat quietly in the river. He didn't know what he thought of, and said softly: "Does this look like you are fishing?"
The child thought for a moment and said, "Like."
So the long stick turned into a fishing rod, and Zhang Xiaoyu's head turned into a float floating on the water.
It's also possible that Zhang Xiaoyu is just that kind of fish.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat in the river, as if he was asleep. The child then took out the stone from his arms and looked at it over and over.
When the child raised his head again, he found that the float had floated to the middle of the river - the young man might have really fallen asleep, so he let go of his hand and floated all the way to some distance.
The child hurriedly stuffed the stone into his arms and stood by the river and shouted loudly.
"Hey Hey hey!"
The young man who was floating on the river like a dead fish was awakened and stood up in the river.
Maybe there was a moment of panic, and Zhang Xiaoyu did struggle subconsciously, but soon calmed down and floated in the water.
The child breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhang Xiaoyu knew how to swim.
But he still said with some worry: "Don't swim too far. Your legs will cramp by then and you will drown in the river."
Zhang Xiaoyu lay down in the river again.
"It doesn't matter. If I get cramps by then, I will fly out."
The child then remembered the young man's sword.
This is a sword cultivator.
The child slowly relaxed and sat on the bank of the river where the light gradually softened. He looked at the young man floating in the river, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "But didn't you say I was fishing? The fish all ran so far away. Now, what kind of fish should I catch?”
Zhang Xiaoyu was lying in the river, drinking wine, and said softly: "Who has never missed a fish while fishing?"
The child thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.
The riverside became quiet.
Late spring in March.
When I bathe in Yi, the wind dances and I sing and return.
Zhang Xiaoyu soaked in the river for a long time before he came back to the shore and sat down on the river bank.
The colors on the white clothes became lighter, revealing some red, like some withered and blackened azaleas.
The children did not pay attention to this color, because nowadays the world of Donghai is full of such colors.
It was probably getting late, and the child was going back to town, so he stood up.
"I want to go back."
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded.
The child stood there, probably hesitant. If the town was still the same town as before, he would probably invite this homeless young man to the town.
It's just that it may be a little inconvenient now.
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Go ahead, I want to wait for someone here."
The child thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll come see you tomorrow. Do you still want a drink?"
Zhang Xiaoyu took out some money from his arms and nodded.
The child took the money, turned back three times at a time, and slowly walked towards the town.
...
Gu Wenzhi saw the young man named Chen He again in the town.
When he went down the mountain to buy candy for his master, Gu Wenzhi went to the hillside again, but he didn't see him and thought he had left. But today when he came down to buy some medicinal materials that were out of stock last time, he found Chen He I bought a large bag of medicinal materials in that pharmacy and was paying there.
"Brother Chen He is still in town?"
Gu Wenzhi walked over with some surprise.
While Chen He was counting the money from his purse, he looked back at the Taoist, smiled and said, "Yes."
Gu Wenzhi glanced at the list on the counter in front of Chen He and found that they were all medicinal materials to dispel cold. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at the young man and said, "What are you doing?"
After Chen He paid the money, he picked up the package of medicinal materials in his hand, weighed it in his hands, and smiled softly: "I want to go to Luming, so I prepare some things first."
Gu Wenzhi suddenly realized.
Chen He looked at the Taoist in the temple again.
"And you?"
Gu Wenzhi sighed and said, "My master is not in good health and often comes down the mountain to buy medicine."
"I see."
While the two were talking, the medicine shop owner had already taken out a bag of prepared medicinal materials from behind the counter and handed it to Gu Wenzhi.
"Thank you."
Gu Wenzhi paid as he spoke, and then walked out with Chen He.
Chen He's Tianyan car was on the street not far away, but Gu Wenzhi didn't pay attention when he arrived.
There were some cotton clothes, trousers and ear coverings in the car.
It must have been bought in town these days.
Chen He also put the bag of medicinal materials up and placed it with a small earthen jar in the corner.
"Brother He, what are you doing in Luming?"
After knowing that Chen He had also stayed in Xuanxuyuan, Gu Wenzhi's way of speaking naturally changed.
Chen He is naturally the same as before, feeling as comfortable as he can.
"Go there and have a look. When I was in Nanyi City, a young man told me that selling sizzling tofu in Luming would be a good business. I want to give it a try there."
Gu Wenzhi smiled softly and said, "I haven't eaten iron plate tofu in many years. Can Brother He make this?"
"I learned it when I was in Nanyi City. I sold it in Huaidu for a while a few days ago."
Gu Wenzhi said with emotion: "Brother He is quite handsome."
Chen He smiled slightly.
"Yes."
But whether it is really chic or not is not known.
The two of them walked along the long street for a while, one was going to Luming and the other was going back to the mountain, so they said goodbye in a hurry.
"This time I think we are really destined to meet again."
Gu Wenzhi looked at Chen He and said.
Chen He nodded, then started the Tianyan car that had been pushed all the way, and got on it.
Go all the way to the west.
Gu Wenzhi stood there and stared for a long time, probably a little envious, but he didn't say anything and turned around and walked towards the mountain.
Shanheguan has not been peaceful recently either.
Gu Wenzhi thought Chen Qingshan was joking at first.
Who would have thought that he really killed the man named Ye Hanzhong in Liuyun Sword Sect.
The Taoist walked all the way up the mountain, and then looked back at the green mountains in the distance.
Chen Qingshan was hiding in the temple, and those Liuyun sword cultivators who had been chasing him all the way were in those mountains.
Of course, in human affairs, we don’t just fight at will.
There must always be a step-by-step process.
For example, today some people will come and speak harsh words in front of the audience, and then tomorrow they will declare a challenge in the town.
In the end, they lost their skin and started fighting regardless of anyone.
Gu Wenzhi looked at it quietly for a long time, then turned and walked towards the view.
.....
Chen Qingshan was watching a mountain stream somewhere in the mountains. Zhang Lizi was practicing and Qingjiao was practicing swordsmanship.
One still doesn’t know where he will go in the future.
One just hopes that Chen Qingshan will fight with others and then take advantage of him.
There were disciples of the Shan Sect sitting upstream by the stream, and they were happily cursing this former senior brother of the Shan Sect.
"Chen Qingshan, you bastard son of a turtle, you caused trouble yourself, and you have to bring it back to the temple. Do you think you are a beast?"
"..."
He cursed a lot.
It's a pity that Chen Qingshan ignored it and sat upstream to study the bottle of wine in his hand - this was Shanyue's specialty wine that Zhang San gave him when he left Shanyue.
Although he had a lot of fights with people along the way, Chen Qingshan always kept this bottle of wine very well.
After sitting there and looking at it for a long time, Chen Qingshan sealed it with Dao Wen, stood up, dug a hole not far from the stream, and buried it in it.
Then he walked towards the Shan Sect disciple downstream who was sitting by the stream and cursing.
The man was scolding vigorously when he suddenly saw Chen Qingshan walking over like this and was startled.
"Your mother will be as blessed tomorrow as the East China Sea and Longevity Nanshan..."
Chen Qingshan was also stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "Really?"
The disciple moved his butt back coquettishly.
"Of course, senior brother."
"Thank you." Chen Qingshan was very sincere.
"Well, if nothing happens, I'll leave first." The disciple hurriedly stood up and ran awkwardly along the stream path.
Chen Qingshan looked over there quietly.
Lin Hou faintly heard some angry voices.
"Didn't you say he wouldn't care?"
"Yes, he was scolded all day yesterday and didn't even pay attention."
"..."
Maybe you can’t keep yesterday’s day.
Chen Qingshan walked back a little bored.
Zhang Lizi has opened her eyes, and there is some vitality surrounding her body, but she still has not entered her body. This little girl from Shanyue City is looking at Chen Qingshan with her head tilted.
"So the master was really from the Shan Sect before?"
Chen Qingshan nodded and said, "Yes."
"Then why?"
"No reason, just a thought."
Chen Qingshan sat down by the stream again. The wind blew through the forest and the green leaves swayed. Occasionally, a few pieces fell down and landed on Chen Qingshan's shoulders. The Taoist did not brush them away, but just looked at the stream quietly, like It was as if he was deep in thought about something.
Zhang Lizi originally wanted to ask Guanli if he would really fight with Jian Zong, but when he saw Chen Qingshan's appearance, he didn't say anything.
After a while, the Taoist seemed to wake up with a start. He looked back at the little girl who was immersed again and felt the breath.
"I'm hungry, let's go cook."
Zhang Lizi also woke up and realized that she was indeed hungry.
The so-called time is unknown in the mountains.
Zhang Lizi didn't realize that she had been practicing for so long today.
Chen Qingshan is naturally not hungry, he is just reminding this extremely serious disciple to be careful not to starve himself to death.
Zhang Lizi stood up, stretched his muscles, and then walked towards the back of such a small Taoist temple.
Chen Qingshan was sitting by the stream, but he remembered some things from that year.
I was still a teenager at that time. One day, my master brought back a young boy from outside the temple, so he had a junior brother.
It seemed to be the same way back then.
Sitting by the stream, I practiced using Taoism to improve my short-sightedness, and then I always reminded my junior brother who was immersed in practice not to starve himself to death.
Fortunately, such days did not last long.
Because they both have the same surname of Zhang, that young man is very talented.
The feeling of Qi enters the body all the way to the Zhoutian, and then one sees the mountain.
After seeing the mountain, I have vitality in my body. It doesn't matter whether I eat or not.
Chen Qingshan sat there quietly, thinking about the news about the East China Sea that he heard on the way back.
Even Chen Qingshan was amazed.
The young boy from back then turned out to have really come a long way from his memory.
Learned the Tao, cultivated the sword, and killed Cong Ren.
Chen Qingshan's eyes had no words, so he looked at the stream in front of him in a blur.
There seemed to be a small herring with a green back swimming past, or maybe it wasn't, just a bamboo leaf flying from nowhere.
The Taoist narrowed his eyes, but the touch of cyan had drifted away.
So it flowed through the mountain stream and passed the Taoist temple, without knowing where it was going.
Chen Qingshan stood up and walked toward the distance along the streamside path.
Beyond this mountain forest is a large community of Taoist temples. In this Taoist temple, they are often silent and mute.
Because they are hidden people wearing black clothes.
There is no warm light in the night, and it is completely different from the Taoist temple over there in Shan Zong, where He Zong is located.
After watching, Zhang Lizi cooked rice and steamed a fish. Considering that Chen Qingshan would sometimes eat it, he didn't add chili pepper.
But when she walked to the temple, she found that the Taoist by the stream had left at some point. When she asked Qingjiao on the side, the Donghai sword cultivator didn't say anything.
Zhang Lizi then searched all the way along the stream, and finally found Chen Qingshan standing by the stream and forest in the mountain breeze, quietly looking at the silent Taoist temples below.
"It's time to eat, Master."
Zhang Lizi stood behind Chen Qingshan and said.
"okay."
Some things are probably as simple as a conversation about eating.
