Hu Lu carried the sword on his back and passed through the green tombstones that were extremely quiet in the dusk and evening wind, heading towards the mountain.
The last time Hu Lu came here was in the year 103 of Gale Calendar.
At that time, Chen Huaifeng was sitting here with his sword, guarding the tomb mountain, guarding something that none of them knew at the time.
At that time, Hu Lu was a young man with nothing to do.
Hu Lu quietly looked at the weeds growing beside the tombstones.
Sometimes a year or so does seem like a lifetime.
Everything passed in a hurry, and something furry began to appear on the boy's lips.
So I can't remember many things - naturally it's not just the gourds.
Carrying a sword on his back, the young man walked up to the top of the tomb in the bright and majestic dusk.
There is such a monument of mutual return.
There is no baptism of All Souls' Day in the great wind calendar of one thousand and four years.
It may be difficult for the human world to continue to follow the same trend in such a story.
So it was just like when a certain Lingnan sword cultivator killed someone from the Heavenly Prison and said with great shame that I was obscene, senior brother.
The world is obscene.
It's flowing downward.
No one knows where it will go.
The young man just climbed up a tomb mountain full of melancholy at dusk.
Just like Chen Huaifeng, the young man sat there in silence for a long time.
There are many names on the tombstones.
The sword sect in the human world is always the first.
Like the laughter in the bush, like the sword in the bush.
The young man quietly looked at the names that had finally slowly lost their color over the years.
For some reason, the young man suddenly felt short of breath, so he took off the sword, put it on his knees, opened his mouth wide, and breathed heavily.
The word Cong Ren is so simple.
But in the eyes of the young man, it was so complicated.
It seems that no one has really understood the life of such a sword cultivator.
For the world, it is probably like waking up from a big dream and then dying in a hurry.
Even the divination operator has not understood it, let alone others?
The young man felt a little chill in his eyes, probably because of the wind.
Probably because of the heavy snow in the dream.
It was probably splashed by a lot of cold blood.
So the young man lowered his head and rubbed his eyes.
There were footsteps coming from behind.
The young man turned around, originally thinking it was Jiang Hehai, but when he saw the quiet short-haired swordsman in black, Hu Lu was obviously a little surprised.
So he suppressed all expressions and asked in a very ordinary way: "Isn't Senior Brother looking for something in the Sword Sect?"
Cheng Lu stopped under the tall blue stone and raised her head to look at the many names on the stone.
"I found some, but that was a joke made by Zhang Xiaoyu."
That note was probably a joke made by the former swordsman in white.
And that diary only recorded many emotions, not stories.
Cheng Lu probably still had no idea what she was looking for.
"What a joke?"
"A joke that wasn't funny and even made me feel like an idiot."
Cheng Lu, who was carrying the diary, found a note, and the thing on the note asked him to find the diary.
It's probably a story of cause and effect.
It’s just that someone found the fruit first.
Hu Lu didn't ask any more questions, just looked at the back of the sword cultivator in front of him.
"What are you looking at?"
"I want to see what names are on it and what names aren't."
"for example?"
"For example, my master."
The pupils of the young man sitting there suddenly shrank, and then he narrowed his eyes and looked at the Liuyun sword cultivator.
"Does this have anything to do with today's human stories?"
Cheng Lu lowered his head. Of course he didn't find the name of such a white-haired swordsman on the tablet.
"No."
The Liuyun sword cultivator said calmly, then raised his head and looked at the garden with peach blossoms in the distance.
"I'm just curious as to what role my master has played in these thousand years."
Hu Lu stood there for a long time, and then said softly: "Liu Yun Sword Sect..."
Cheng Lu said extremely calmly: "It's just as you thought. The master uncle in Jianzong suspected that someone had a problem, so I couldn't go up the mountain."
The sword cultivator, carrying Jueli on his back, stood in the wind on the top of the tomb mountain and said very calmly: "Unless I prove that I don't have a problem, or that the other person doesn't have a problem."
Hu Lu was silent for a long time.
Of course the king can be killed.
Master, of course you can be wrong.
"So I went to a certain sword sect, found someone from Nanyi City, took some things about Zhang Xiaoyu, and returned to Nanyi City."
The only clue that such a sword cultivator can have is the drastic changes in the world in the East China Sea.
A white-haired swordsman left Liuyun Sword Sect.
But now, he may have a little more.
for example.
For example, in a certain page of the diary, a certain period of time was mentioned repeatedly by Zhang Xiaoyu.
"What happened in December of the year 1002 of the Gale Calendar?"
Hu Lu was naturally at a loss when faced with such a problem.
Dafeng calendar thousand and two years, what are you doing?
Probably still practicing in a dazed way.
How could I know what happened that year?
Cheng Lu certainly didn't expect to get any answers from Hulu.
In fact, before coming to Tomb Mountain, Cheng Lu had already asked this question to Cong Xin, who had been staying in the tree house outside Yichi.
The latter also has no answer.
Those might just be some ordinary days.
Cong Xin was swinging in the snow, Chen Huaifeng was drinking tea, the Jianzong disciples were playing cards, and Zhang Xiaoyu was wandering around in the world.
And Cong Ren was sitting on the bridge.
When the answer can only be found in the years, anyone will feel an extremely pale feeling of powerlessness.
Of course, Cheng Lu was thinking more than that.
It also includes the last word before the death of the senior brother named He Bei.
two.
Cheng Lu was actually never good at these things.
His sword can break through instantly when no one expects it.
But truth is something that a sword cannot break.
Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know, maybe you can ask Senior Brother Huaifeng."
Before Zhang Xiaoyu, it was Chen Huaifeng who watched Nanyi City.
Such a disciple might know more.
It's just that Chen Huaifeng is now in the East China Sea, and only in the East China Sea. His exact whereabouts are not yet known.
Cheng Lu didn't say anything, just stood there for a long time.
Hu Lu thought for a while and asked a question.
"If senior brother finds out in the end that everything is exactly what you thought and what you were looking for, what will senior brother do?"
After Cheng Lu heard this question, she stood in the wind for a long time, then turned back, looked at the young man and asked, "What will you do if you finally find out that Cong Ren deserves it?"
Hu Lu lowered his head silently and said softly: "I don't know."
This is not even a question that takes a long time to think about.
It's just a sentence I don't know.
Even though this young man has sincerely accepted the truth that sometimes the sword sect in the world is indeed wrong.
But he still didn't know.
Words are sharp.
But what people in the world do behind their words is often hesitant between a rock and a hard place.
So Cheng Lu also said calmly: "I don't know either."
The young sword cultivator and the young sword cultivator looked at each other quietly on the tomb mountain, and then looked at the world together.
Of course, Nanyi City has not always been so quiet.
For example, sometimes people on the front line would retreat, or some people from the south would pass through this ancient city and continue to deal a heavy blow to the rather shaky southern world.
"Dean Qingxiang doesn't seem to be in Nanyi City."
Cheng Lu suddenly said this.
Hu Lu was silent for a while and said slowly: "Yes."
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know either."
The boy's voice became quieter and softer.
It was like being suddenly reminded of many things that were worthy of the world.
Yes, Hu Lu looked at the sword cultivator's back.
Cheng Lu is a senior brother.
And he is a rebel.
Even though the young man had said very frankly to another young man from Huangliang that he was a rebel.
But when he suddenly faced such a Huaian sword cultivator, Hu Lu gradually became depressed.
He was a flag of rebellion in the South.
Represents the sword sect in the world.
There are some stories about Xuansheyuan that cannot be told to the world.
But Cong Ren’s death is fine.
The purpose of this war, at least on the surface, is to get an answer from His Majesty.
Just like those Sword Sect brothers who went to Huaidu.
If His Majesty doesn't give it, everything will have to continue on Shanyue's side.
But for the sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect, whether such a young man was a rebel or not was probably not important.
His focus was naturally on Xuanxuyuan and the scholar in white from Huangliang.
In the final analysis, the story of Donghai is probably inseparable from Xuansheyuan.
The same goes for people in the South.
Cheng Lu actually had a lot of things she wanted to ask Cong Ren's best friend.
However, such a scholar is not in Nanyi City.
It's probably a very regrettable thing.
After a long time, Cheng Lu turned around and looked south of Nanyi City.
"You said we are very close to the goddess, then..."
The sword cultivator looked down at the young man.
"How can I meet that goddess of yellow beams?"
Hu Lu sat there in a daze.
"What do you want to do, senior brother?"
Cheng Lu said extremely calmly: "I want to go back to the year 1002 of the Gale Calendar to take a look."
The twilight of the human world is falling mercilessly, and the horizon is gradually getting dark.
Yes, the answer lies in the years, then go back to the years and take a look.
There are three great magic arts in the world.
Ghost magic is spreading, witchcraft is spreading, and the nine-character mantra is here.
It's just that it's probably because it's too bizarre, so very few people in the world know about the existence of these things.
The art of migration was once discontinued over the course of thousands of years.
Until someone named Gongzi Wubei stood on the edge of the big swamp and blew through the wind of the ancient times.
Only then did that technique reappear in front of the world.
Hu Lu was silent for a long time. After a long time, he said softly: "I don't know."
For such a young man, no matter how close the goddess is to the human world, she is still far away.
Cheng Lu didn't say anything else, she just turned around and walked quietly towards the tomb mountain.
"Senior brother."
Cheng Lu turned around.
The young man suddenly stood up, looked at Cheng Lu and said, "Can you convince the goddess to send you back to the year 1002 of the Gale Calendar?"
Cheng Lu was silent for a while, and then said softly: "I don't know. I have never seen such a ghost. How can I be sure? But I have to give it a try."
The young man stood quietly on the tomb hill for a long time, and then said softly: "Senior brother and I will go together."
Cheng Lu looked at the boy silently for a long time, and then said softly: "Do you also have many questions?"
Hu Lu just lowered his head and looked at the grass blades in late April.
"no."
The young man's voice was very gentle.
"I just want to go back and take a look."
When the young man raised his head, his eyes were filled with tears.
Even today, when Cheng Lu saw the boy for the first time, she looked at him up and down many times and felt that she could never find the appearance of that young boy again.
After all, gourds are just gourds.
He is a young man who lives in the sword sect with many lively voices and sits in the concierge playing cards.
Cheng Lu stood there for a long time, and then said softly: "Let's go."
The two sword cultivators headed south in the dusk.
...
Jiang Hehai sat at the entrance of the crowded Sword Sect and sat like this all afternoon.
Cheng Lu was certainly not the Jianzong who left through the main entrance.
It was the back door. After all, the small door where the Sword Sect disciples ran out to play cards was right next to Sanchi.
It's just that there is no old man selling sugar and oil cakes there now, and there are no Sword Sect disciples playing cards shoulder to shoulder.
It is better to walk through the truth yourself than to say it ten thousand times.
No matter how accurate you are in describing loneliness, it will never be as good as standing in loneliness.
Jiang Hehai sighed and stood up.
Hu Lu still hasn’t come back.
But this Sword Sect disciple is already used to it.
Hu Lu often walked around and sighed with a certain general from Zhenbei who came from Huangliang.
What's more, although the south is in chaos, Nanyi City, which was the first to become chaotic, is still peaceful.
After the fire of war burned out, there was only a dead silence like ashes left here.
But when this disciple of the Sword Sect planned to go back to rest or practice seriously with some nervous emotions, he saw Cong Xin standing at the door behind him holding the rag doll.
I don't know when it came, maybe Jiang Hehai was too distracted, and as a sword cultivator, he couldn't hear the footsteps behind him.
Jiang Hehai put away those melancholy emotions, looked at Cong Xin with a forced smile and said, "Why did you come out?"
Cong Xin did not speak, but leaned against the door of Jianzong for a long time.
Jiang Hehai didn't know what Cong Xin was going to do, so he stood there at a loss.
Fortunately, Cong Xin was silent for a while. Looking at the river bank where the afterglow was falling, the peach demon said softly: "If I could kill Zhang Xiaoyu but didn't, would you blame me?"
Jiang Hehai froze there for a long time, and then said softly: "I didn't go to Donghai. I don't know what happened. Why should I blame you?"
Cong Xin didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards Yichi.
Jiang Hehai followed.
"Would you like something delicious?"
This is probably an extremely abrupt question.
But for Jiang Hehai, this is a very important issue.
Just like everything they did when they faced the silent Hulu.
Jian Zong still doesn't know what the future will bring, and what he already has is naturally more precious than anything else.
Cong Xin walked quietly on the path, shaking his head.
Probably the little girl walking in the garden holding a baby would make such a twilight scene more harmonious.
This made Jiang Hehai's suppressed mood a little better.
When the two of them were about to reach a pool, Cong Xin suddenly stopped, stood on the path, turned back silently, and looked towards the south with her small body over the tall garden rockery trees.
Jiang Hehai was probably a little puzzled. When they looked together, there was nothing in the sky, only the dying twilight hanging on the sky.
But if he wasn't looking at the sky, what was Cong Xin looking at?
Perhaps guessing Jiang Hehai's doubts, Cong Xin said softly: "They are going to Xuansheyuan."
"them?"
"Cheng Lu and Hu Lu."
Although Cong Xin is not a sword cultivator, he is still a thousand-year-old peach demon.
But in such a sword sect, there is naturally no difference between a thousand-year-old peach demon and a ten-year peach demon.
Therefore, she has always been accustomed to looking at the world as it originally appeared.
Except for the time I went to the East China Sea.
That was probably to let some people take a look. The original peach tree is now blooming very well.
Jiang Hehai naturally understood these things, but asked with some confusion: "What are they doing in Xuansheyuan?"
Cong Xin said softly: "If there is anything in the world that people can easily go back to the past to see, it is the goddess Yao Ji."
In fact, Cong Xin had already said this to Cheng Lu before in Sanchi.
That's why a sword cultivator like that would go south of the city, pass by Tomb Hill, and look at the thousand-year-old stone tablet.
Jiang Hehai was silent for a while, and then said softly: "What is Cheng Lu going to see?"
Cong Xin said calmly: "In the thousand and two years of the Gale Calendar, a person who was sleeping late saw something in the years."
"Where's the gourd?"
"I have no idea."
The two stood there for a long time.
After a long time, Cong Xin turned around and continued walking on the paths covered with peach blossoms.
"Do you want to be the leader of the Human Sword Sect?"
Jiang Hehai was stunned.
"Why? Shouldn't it be Hulu?"
Hu Lu is still very young and can have a long time to slowly calm down the story of Jian Zong. As a senior brother, he can take good care of such a junior brother before he grows old.
Cong Xin just walked calmly along the garden path, and then stopped looking at the swing covered with flowers and leaves.
"He had a wonderful dream."
Cong Xin said softly.
"This makes him no longer love such a broken sword sect."
This little girl who had truly gone through the history of the Sword Sect in the world raised her head sadly.
"One day, he will leave."
Gone never to come back, just like those people in the past.
Maybe it’s because I’ve seen such stories repeatedly.
Cong Xin decided to give up a certain possibility from the very beginning.
Flowers will eventually wither, so it is better to let them wither before they bloom.
Jiang Hehai was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "If junior brother leaves, then I will leave too."
The Sword Sect has probably never been so lonely.
