There was silence in the Jianzong Garden, and those crimson peach blossoms seemed to be flying in a hurry or quietly - depending on the thoughts of the person who saw it.
Cheng Lu stood there quietly, looking at Cong Xin on the bridge.
The peach demon who looked like a little girl no longer carried the sword, but just sat there as if she had never left the garden.
He didn't answer this question, he just looked at the sword cultivator in front of him quietly for a long time.
After a long time, the silence in Yichi was broken.
But it wasn't Cheng Lu or Cong Xin who spoke.
It was a swordsman holding a rag doll.
Jiang Hehai was very excited and ran into the pool with a rag doll.
This rag doll was not bought, but picked up under a tree in an alley in the city. It has a big, stupid head and a small, delicate body.
Jiang Hehai felt at a glance that Cong Xin would like this thing, so he washed it by the river, hugged it wet and ran in.
As soon as he entered the pool, Jiang Hehai was stunned. He looked at the black-clothed sword cultivator standing under the tree and felt the rather silent atmosphere of the pool. The seventh-level sword cultivator asked strangely: "Cheng Why are you here today, junior brother?"
Cheng Lu turned around and looked at Jiang Hehai and the wet rag doll in the arms of Jian Xiu, who was a few years older than herself.
Because it had just been washed, the doll looked a little downcast, probably just like the way people in the world often look.
This picture is probably a bit funny.
So Cheng Lu smiled softly and said, "I want to come to Jianzong to search and see if I can find some clues left by Zhang Xiaoyu."
Jiang Hehai nodded thoughtfully and walked towards the creek bridge while saying: "Zhang Xiaoyu lived in Sanchi Disciple Residence at first, but he usually played cards out all night and rarely lived there. You If you want to take a look, I’ll take you there later.”
"Thank you, senior brother."
Jiang Hehai just waved his hand casually, then walked to the bridge and held the rag doll in front of Cong Xin like a treasure.
"Cong Xin, do you think this looks like you? Hahahahaha."
Jiang Hehai smiled stiffly.
Cong Xin looked at the rag doll quietly, and then at the Sword Sect disciple.
The latter silently stopped smiling.
The little girl on the bridge was silent for a while, then sat up straighter, sighed, and said, "Where did you pick this up?"
Jiang Hehai thought to himself, is it such a coincidence that this is something that the master gave to you before but you accidentally lost it? It can't be so unlucky.
But the Sword Sect disciple looked at the color in the little girl's eyes on the bridge, and it seemed that it was not what he thought, so he looked a little surprised, so he said honestly.
"A little beyond Tomb Hill."
Cong Xin looked at Jiang Hehai silently, then took the doll and said thank you.
The little girl didn't say much.
That rag doll really has nothing to do with her, it's just a coincidence...
It just so happened that I liked it very much.
Just like Jiang Hehai thought when he picked it up.
Cong Xin didn't say anything more about Cheng Lu or Zhang Xiaoyu. She just turned her head quietly and placed the rag doll on the edge of the bridge. She was probably waiting for the sun to rise and let it bask in the sun. Dry.
Jiang Hehai breathed a sigh of relief, and then he remembered Cheng Lu who was waiting aside. Since Cong Xin didn't say anything, he naturally allowed it.
Jiang Hehai looked at Cheng Lu and said, "I'll take you there."
"good."
...
Hu Lu sat quietly at the door of Jianzong.
It's like he's still the same gatekeeper as before.
Then some people would come over and talk to him about various things.
I don't know why, but Hu Lu suddenly remembered the question that the young man under the umbrella had asked, which made all the disciples of the Sword Sect look confused.
The brothers and sisters were all here at that time, and everyone was looking at their toes and thinking about that very strange question.
Hu Lu smiled subconsciously, and then when he saw the stone slab under him, he thought that he was almost hit by Shushu's sword here.
Although Shushu was not chopped down in the end, the human and demon tribes still found themselves in a very tense situation.
This was brought about by the people who ordered the rats to stop in the first place.
Then the smile on the face of the young man sitting at the door of Jianzong disappeared again.
If someone were passing by, they would probably see this young man whose hair had been fixed some time ago, sitting there with sadness or joy.
He was thinking about many things.
That's beyond his control.
When people should think of many things, they will naturally think of them.
Hu Lu thought about more than just human affairs.
There are also things in dreams.
For example, talking about various experiences with the fish in the dream.
The East China Sea has ancient trees growing in the sky, the Hangu Temple of a Taoist named Li Que 49, the Buddhist Kingdom in the wind and snow, and the mysterious endless ocean.
Or maybe Chen Huaifeng, who got married, led the bride dressed in red and walked through the door through the winter snow.
Those things are so real, as if you can reach out and touch them.
It also seems extremely hazy.
Just like the permanent alienated and distant mist in the eyes of a certain little demon girl.
So did Hu Lu wake up from a dream, or did he just fall asleep in a dream?
While Hu Lu was tilting his head and thinking, Jiang Hehai walked over from Jian Zong and sat down next to Hu Lu.
Unknowingly, the weather in the world was getting a little late.
A ray of light illuminates the quiet ancient city.
This has not been the case for many years.
"Where did you pick up that rag doll, senior brother?"
Hu Lu suddenly looked back at Jiang Hehai and asked.
Jiang Hehai was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Near the tomb mountain."
Yes, it was indeed picked up near the tomb mountain.
But why did this Sword Sect disciple wander to Tomb Mountain?
Hu Lu looked at this senior brother for a long time, Jiang Hehai passed for a long time, and then said softly: "I sat at the foot of the mountain for a while."
Hu Lu groaned and then turned his head.
The two of them sat quietly at the door of Jianzong, watching the sunset and watching all the light fall.
It was probably very similar to the appearance of such a fallen Sword Sect.
If Cong Ren died of old age peacefully, there probably wouldn't be such a story.
Maybe Hu Lu will really become the next generation sect leader, the fourth generation sect leader of the Human Sword Sect.
He might turn into a demon, just like Cong Ren, become an immortal and completely disrupt the hierarchy of the spiritual world. Maybe not. After a hundred years, a new young man will take over such a sword sect, and everything will move forward smoothly. go.
Hu Lu didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly stood up and walked into Jian Zong.
Jiang Hehai looked at the young man with some confusion.
After a long time, the boy with the sword on his back came out holding a wooden board that he didn't know where to find.
Jiang Hehai looked at the wooden board that still had traces of charcoal, but also thought about it.
Last year, this young man was sitting at the door of the Sword Sect, seriously thinking about how he should be a good sect leader.
The words laziness and strength written above are still very clear.
The young man held the piece of wood and stood quietly on the doorstep, looking at the big river in front of Jianzong for a long time. After a long time, the young man wrote a few words on it again - Don't meddle in other people's business.
Jiang Hehai looked at the young man silently.
Hu Lu was laughing softly, standing there holding the wooden board.
"Senior brother, you said it's still too late for me to learn to be a sect leader now?"
Jiang Hehai was silent for a while, and then said softly: "It's too late."
It’s not that the teenager has no time to learn something now.
But for such a young man, no matter how hard he tries to learn anything, this story is too late.
How could a fifteen-year-old boy bridge the gap in time and support such a sword sect again?
So when Jiang Hehai finished saying this, he felt a lot of heavy meaning in his heart.
This Seventh Realm senior brother suddenly realized.
if.
If those Sword Sect brothers are all in the north and cannot come back.
Then he is the boy's only support.
But the young man beside him seemed to be accepting everything calmly.
So what about the only one to rely on?
A good spring day is not as good as a dream.
Or - if I had known it was like this, it was like a dream, why would I...
What's more, spring has long passed.
People in Nanyi City began to wear summer clothes.
Hu Lu walked quietly towards the river, stood there for a long time, and then threw the wooden board in his hand into the river.
"Where is Senior Brother Cheng now?"
Hu Lu threw the board into the river, then looked back at Jiang Hehai who looked thoughtful and asked.
The latter said: "He is probably over there at Sanchi."
Hu Lu stood by the river and said softly: "You said Senior Brother Cheng... what answer are you looking for?"
Jiang Hehai shook his head and said slowly: "Who knows? But if he wants to find it, let him find it."
This Seventh Realm sword cultivator is very calm.
He is not Chen Huaifeng, nor Hu Lu, nor Zhang Xiaoyu.
His life was peaceful, but he was also clean and aboveboard, and there was nothing he was afraid of being seen by the world.
Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then walked along the Nanyi River.
Jiang Hehai looked at the figure of the young man carrying a sword and asked with some confusion: "Where are you going?"
Hu Lu said softly: "I will also go to the Tomb Mountain for a walk."
Jiang Hehai said nothing more and sat there quietly, just like that young man once did.
Hulu walked along the river bank, and the wooden board was floating farther and farther in the long river.
The young man looked at the small speck floating in the river for a long time, and for some reason, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Of course the world will change.
There is no point in sticking to the inherent rules.
...
Cheng Lu stood quietly in the corridor of Sanchi.
There were still some unfinished card games scattered in the pavilions by the pool, and some mahjong fell to the ground in pieces, covered with dust.
The disciples of the Sword Sect left in a hurry, and those who stayed had no intention of caring about such things.
Perhaps it was just like what I had thought when I first entered the Sword Sect - the sounds of those playing cards were already so far away that it seemed like they were in another world.
Probably no one would have thought that in just one year, such a sword sect would become like this.
Cheng Lu stood there and stared for a long time, then walked out of the corridor and headed towards the small buildings on the path beside the pool.
There are many small buildings like this in Sanchi, but for a sword sect that has always had a small number of people, there is no doubt that many places are empty.
Of course, if it were the Liuyun Sword Sect, no number of Sword Sect gardens would be enough, let alone Lingnan, which once had 80,000 sword cultivators.
Jiang Hehai had no intention of accompanying Cheng Lu to see it. After taking Cheng Lu to Sanchi, he pointed out Zhang Xiaoyu's original residence to him, then turned and left.
It was a small building on the edge of the garden. Perhaps when a young man first stepped into this Sword Sect, the sword cultivator in white came from here.
After walking along the path, Cheng Lu opened the door of the small building.
There is no long-lasting smell coming from inside. The small building is very clean, as is the small Jianping next to the building.
The fallen flowers and leaves were all cleaned up.
It's like giving it back to a stranger.
Cheng Lu walked in with his sword on his back and looked around.
But for a person who plays cards outside all year round, such a disciple's residence is undoubtedly extremely simple and has nothing.
The room was clean, without any clues that Cheng Lu wanted to find.
This sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect stood on the wind corridor on the second floor, quietly blowing the April evening breeze in the human world.
The whole building was silent, and there was not enough excitement in the world to blow into such a Jianzong garden.
There were some subtle creaking sounds, like the sound of the wind blowing on the old window leaves of the human world.
Cheng Lu blew the wind quietly, but suddenly frowned and looked down at the wooden board under her feet.
After a moment of silence, the swordsman squatted down and stretched out his hand to touch the wooden board under his feet - those squeaking sounds did not come from any window lattice.
But under his own feet.
Cheng Lu picked at the slightly dented area on the edge of the board and was about to dig it out.
But he didn't know what he suddenly noticed. The swordsman suddenly pulled out the Jueli Sword behind him, turned around and slashed behind him with one sword.
There was the sound of sword clanging.
It was very crisp, as if some wind chimes had been hung in the building and were tinkling in the wind.
There was no one behind him, but there was a sword. It was a very ordinary iron sword. It probably came from a blacksmith shop in Nanyi City.
Cheng Lu's sword intertwined with such a sword that suddenly appeared, and then chopped it down, inserting it into the small sword platform outside the building, making a continuous sound.
Cheng Lu looked at the sword silently for a long time. There was sword intention on the sword, but it was already a long time ago.
It's like suddenly appearing out of time.
The black-clothed swordsman looked at the sword for a long time, then put Jueli back into its sheath, bent down, and pulled out the corridor board again.
The bottom is indeed empty.
A small box is hidden.
It looks very shabby.
Cheng Lu didn't know what was hidden in such a box, so she looked at it for a long time before taking it out.
There is nothing on the box except some dust that fell from the cracks. There is no sword intent or vitality, just like something that was collected by a young man.
Cheng Lu opened the box silently.
Inside is a note.
Unfolding it, the first thing is a line of handwriting with flying dragons and phoenixes - Has Zhang Xiaoyu become a great sword cultivator in the world?
Cheng Lu stood there silently, then continued to look down.
——
Has Zhang Xiaoyu become a great sword cultivator in the world?
Let me guess which one you are. Since you were able to dodge the sword and successfully get the box, you must be a sword cultivator.
Chen Huaifeng?
Gourd?
Ginger leaves?
Mequmin?
...
This is probably something that is indeed difficult to guess. After all, the world is so big, who knows what will happen in the future?
So I'll just guess it all.
Of course, it could also be me.
It can’t be Cheng Lu, hahahaha.
But since someone would think of looking for such a thing, Zhang Xiaoyu must have become a great swordsman in the world.
After all, if you are not a great swordsman in the world, who would think of looking for something like this?
Of course, it may be a story many years later. Maybe I will be dead by then and turn into a pile of bones. Or there may be no bones left, leaving only a name, Zhang Xiaoyu.
I guess there must be a lot of things left in the world that have become unsolvable mysteries.
For example, where did Zhang Xiaoyu come from?
Of course Zhang Xiaoyu came from Shanhe View.
He has a great long-cherished wish.
.......
Become a good swordsman in the world, and then kill his master, the man named Li Shanhe.
.......
Of course, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know if he would do such a thing again in the future.
Zhang Xiaoyu was very confused and melancholy.
So he wrote some diaries and went to Nanyi City - Brave little sword cultivator, go find that diary that contains many secrets!
——
What was on that piece of paper is gone here.
Cheng Lu looked at the note in her hand silently, as if she saw a swordsman in white who was really clean at first, sitting in the evening, facing the wind, writing these things happily.
Cheng Lu sighed for a long time and put it back into the box and under the wind corridor.
So is this really the only thing Zhang Xiaoyu can leave behind?
Cheng Lu took out the diary she got from Su Guang from her arms.
The sound of swords resounded again in the world.
Cheng Lu did not draw his sword, but just lowered his head and looked at Jianping outside the building.
There was a little Cong Xin standing in the small sword platform. He was pulling out the sword from the sword platform. He stood in the April twilight under the small building, looked at it for a long time, and then raised his head. Come, look at Cheng Lu and say calmly: "Yes."
Such a sentence seems a bit meaningless.
But Cheng Lu knew that this was the question Cheng Lu asked when Cong Xin was answering Yi Chi.
So the Liuyun sword cultivator stood in the corridor in silence for a long time, then looked at Cong Xin and asked, "Why?"
Cong Xin raised her head and said extremely calmly: "I don't know either."
This probably sounds like a shirk.
But the little girl who had been quietly staying in the Jianzong Garden for many years looked up at the dusk with a very clear lake in her big eyes.
"I want to kill him more than any of you."
"But I don't know why."
Cong Xin's eyes fell on the small building.
"I hope you can help find that answer."
The peach blossoms in a pool outside the building are flying towards the sky here.
"Even if it means turning the human sword sect over."
