Yun Huzhidao quietly watched the power of the Styx that began to flow into such an academy in the night, but he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the young man aside, and said softly: "It seems they succeeded. "
Zhao Gaoxing was silent for a while, and then said: "Can they still come back?"
"Of course."
Yun Huzhi said slowly: "They just went back to take a look."
The scholar tilted his head and thought for a while, then continued: "Just like you suddenly had a dream one night. The dream may be good or bad, but you will eventually wake up."
Zhao Gaoxing was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Is there any dream that you won't wake up from?"
Yunhu didn't know he didn't answer, of course such a dream existed.
It's just that dreams are not the name of the world.
But death.
Or to put it more elegantly, it’s called Guixu.
So the two people who returned to the past will naturally come back.
If you don't come back, it's naturally equivalent to death.
What is the difference between disappearing from the world and death?
.......
Cheng Lu carried Jueli on his back and calmly passed through such a sea of divine power, heading towards the known but unknown front.
Hu Lu still stood there, looking at the door of time composed of thousands of divine lights, and remained silent for a long time.
The conversation between Cheng Lu and Yao Ji made such a young man never say a word again.
It seems that in the face of righteousness, lust is shameful, greed is sinful, and demanding is despicable.
The young man may feel ashamed.
It took me a long silence to suppress those thoughts, and I looked up at such a woman. It also took a lot of courage to ask such a question.
"Can I go back and take a look?"
Yao Ji just stood quietly under the umbrella and looked at the world quietly, as if she had not heard the words of such a young man.
However, the sea of divine power is there.
Yao Ji said nothing, but nothing stopped her.
Hu Lu stood in silence for a long time, then raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and walked inside without hesitation.
It wasn't until the young man's figure disappeared that the door of divine light finally dispersed like drizzle and fell towards the human world.
...
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, people all over the world are dressed like bloated rice dumplings, holding umbrellas and walking on the snowy streets.
Nanyi City, which has been experiencing strong winds for 1,002 years, is bustling even with winter snow.
People were coming and going on the long street, walking and stopping. There were many crowded cruise ships floating in the middle of the river, with colorful streamers hanging with ice and snow flying chaotically in the wind.
Cheng Lu felt that she should have passed through a long alley and then appeared on such a street.
There is indeed a very long alley behind.
There was a young man inside who was panting with his mouth open, holding on to the wall and walking out of this alley where few people passed by.
Cheng Lu looked back at the young man, perhaps understanding the mood of such a young man with his wide mouth and slightly lowered eyes.
So he just stood there quietly, stretched out a hand, and supported the young man who walked out of the alley. Because there was no alley wall to support him, he almost rolled down in the snow.
The boy's entire body weight rested on Cheng Lu's hand.
It took such a young man a long time to get rid of the emotion that was enough to make his legs weak, fall down in the snow and cry loudly.
It is impossible for a person to cry all his life.
When the boy woke up from his dream in the Jianzong Garden, he had been crying for a long time.
Hu Lu finally let go of Cheng Lu's hand and stood in the wind and snow with his sword on his back, looking at such a peaceful but prosperous ancient city with extremely greedy eyes.
Cheng Lu also stood there with emotion.
In the past, the human world has been facing Nanyi City like this, and it seems that it has never thought about what kind of happy scene this is.
Until they walked over from all the lonely human world.
Just like there is no life without death.
Without pain, people in the world would not feel happiness.
The young man next to him stood for a long time to collect his emotions, and then looked at Cheng Lu beside him.
"What time is it now?"
Cheng Lu looked at the boy beside her quietly.
"You are from Nanyi City, don't you have any impression?"
Hu Lu was silent for a while and said softly: "If I had known before that this kind of human world would become fragmented in the years to come, I would have been deeply impressed."
It's a pity that the young man didn't know.
Therefore, young people will not pay special attention to some ordinary days in the past.
Cheng Lu looked at the boy quietly for a long time, then turned to look at the snowy Nanyi City.
"It's the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the year one thousand and two of the Gale Calendar."
This was the day before a certain entry in Zhang Xiaoyu's intermittent diary.
Of course, Cheng Lu didn't know where she would end up in this period of time.
Perhaps only at this moment, there is a certain alley in Nanyi City, and no one happens to notice it.
So these two sword cultivators walked through the alley and walked out of the years.
Hu Lu suddenly remembered something and ran towards somewhere in the world with his sword on his back in the wind and snow.
Cheng Lu was naturally not in a hurry, so she followed the boy's footsteps in the snow. The two of them walked all the way from the south to the north of the city.
Cheng Lu also understood why Hu Lu suddenly came here.
Hu Lu, who lived in the 1002nd year of Dafeng calendar, was a thirteen-year-old boy who only knew the water realm.
Perhaps it was because he had just started practicing swordsmanship not long ago. Such a young boy was far more greedy than the later Hu Lu.
Hu Lu was carrying a sword and stood quietly at the corner of a long street somewhere in the north of the city. Not far in front, there was a snack shop. A young boy who looked like he was wearing very bulky clothes was holding a hand stove. , standing on tiptoes in front of the steaming oil pot in the shop, eagerly waiting for the boss to prepare the food.
The thirteen-year-old boy is much smaller than the fifteen-year-old boy.
The gourd has grown a lot taller.
Perhaps it's like the sentence at the beginning of all stories - the person who opened the door was short and short.
Maybe he still has a card in his hand.
"That hand warmer was bought for me by Senior Brother Mei."
When he saw some scenes in his memory that he didn't care about, the boy finally seemed to remember a lot of things clearly.
"Because it's too cold in winter, I always don't want to practice swordplay. I just want to run out to eat delicious food or play cards with them. So Senior Brother Mei, who came back from the ferry on the river, bought me something like this."
Hu Lu said, with a look of deep nostalgia and a faint smile on his face.
If you can think of some past events, people will always smile unconsciously.
"It's just that he probably didn't expect that after I got the stove, I still didn't want to practice swordsmanship."
As the young man spoke, he seemed to feel cold, so he raised his hand to his lips and breathed in. In fact, the young man was no longer as afraid of the cold as before.
"So I ran out, took some of the money my senior brothers had given me, and came here to buy food."
The young man said, looking over there and thinking.
"It should be fried tofu, meatballs, crab steaks, and a sugar-oiled cake."
When the boy said this, the young boy on the snowy street not far away was clearly shivering in the cold, but still stood on tiptoes and looked at the frying pan expectantly. He finally took the food from the stall owner.
Just like what the fifteen-year-old Hu Lu said.
Some memories are actually always in my mind.
It's just that sometimes, I can't even remember when it happened.
Until I stood in such a period of time.
Only a teenager would sigh and say, "It turns out today is the day!"
Cheng Lu listened silently, and then asked: "So is it delicious?"
The young man asked very seriously and matter-of-factly: "How can it not be delicious?"
The little boy in the distance probably thought so too. He stood in the snow in front of the stall and couldn't wait to hang the stove on his hand. Then he picked up the fried tofu and took a big bite of it with great satisfaction, and then it was burned non-stop. Sticking out tongue.
It wasn't until he chewed the whole bite and swallowed it that the young boy was satisfied and walked away towards the north side of the long street while eating.
Hu Lu looked at her back quietly - her whole heart and eyes were filled with what she looked like back then.
The young man looked at it for a long time, then walked over and stopped in front of the food stall. He was very serious and also ordered some fried tofu and meatballs.
Cheng Lu stood aside, looking at the boy waiting for the food, and said, "I thought you would catch up."
Hu Lu looked down at the things in the oil pan and said softly: "What are you going to do after me?"
Of course there is no point in catching up.
The owner of the food stall was a man in his fifties. He looked at the two swordsmen who looked like they were talking nonsense very strangely. He focused on Hu Lu's face for a long time. He didn't know why, but he always felt that the young man in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
But after all, there are many sword cultivators in the south, so the boss didn’t think much about it.
If this was a Taoist, the boss would probably continue to think seriously, so he would connect him with the previous boy from the Human Sword Sect.
Of course, the appearance of a teenage boy changes very quickly.
If it had been Cheng Lu who bought croquettes here, then the boss would have recognized him at a glance.
After all, even in the year 1002, Cheng Lu was already in her twenties, and her appearance would hardly have changed much.
Young people will grow up suddenly.
The look you saw the day before may seem strange to you the day after tomorrow.
Hu Lu didn't know what the boss was thinking, so he just stood there quietly and waited.
Cheng Lu didn't leave, she just stood there quietly.
This actually made the young man a little curious.
"Senior brother, aren't you going to find something?"
Cheng Lu said calmly: "Don't worry, it's only December 8th."
Hu Lu said nothing more.
When the food was ready, Hu Lu paid and took it, but he didn't eagerly eat at the stall like a young boy. He just looked at Cheng Lu and asked, "Senior brother, do you want some?"
Cheng Lu shook his head.
So the young man took the food and headed towards the Nanyi River.
"December 9th, does this day have any special meaning?"
Hu Lu was carrying the food, and those anxious emotions of returning to such a bustling Dongxue Nanyi City had gradually calmed down, and he asked the black-clothed sword cultivator next to him seriously.
Cheng Lu walked with her sword against the snow and said softly: "I don't know, these are some things left in Zhang Xiaoyu's diary."
When Hu Lu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything and continued walking to the river.
Until they stopped at the river bank, the young man held the food, tilted his head, and quietly looked at the Nanyi River, whose edges had gradually frozen. He looked at it for a long time, and then turned to look at Cheng Lu and said: " Can you let me see it?"
Cheng Lu looked at the boy quietly for a long time, then reached into her arms and took out the diary that she had kept safely.
Hu Lu put the food on the guardrail, thought about it, and used his sword to disperse the wind and snow there. Then he took the diary handed over by Cheng Lu, leaned against the guardrail, and quietly turned over the snow in the snow. Watch.
...
It is March 18th in the calendar year 1001 of the Great Wind Calendar.
Today, Master brought back a young boy named Hu Lu from somewhere.
This name is really stupid.
I don’t know what the person who chose the name was thinking.
It doesn't sound as good as my Zhang Xiaoyu.
But I am my junior brother after all, so I better not laugh too hard. What if this kid holds a grudge?
Hahahahaha, but it’s really funny.
But there is finally a new disciple in the Sword Sect, and my status, Zhang Xiaoyu, will definitely rise.
From tomorrow on, be a bossy person who gets something for nothing, practice swordsmanship, play cards, and boss around your junior brothers!
By the way, junior brother looks stupid, are all young boys stupid?
I seemed to be like this back then.
Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu, you are not old yet, how come you see a young boy and your eyes are full of your own shadow?
Go out and play cards to calm down.
...
Of course a diary has always been that kind of diary.
It's just that the people looking at it are different, and the things seen from inside are also different.
At the beginning, Su Guang saw that there was a lot of playing cards between the lines.
Cheng Lu saw an unusual day.
And Hu Lu saw himself.
The young man read it silently for a long time, and then returned the diary to Cheng Lu.
Huulu naturally said nothing, just sighed imperceptibly.
With such a diary, it is difficult for people to associate it with the sword cultivator in white clothed in blood.
How could the Zhang Xiaoyu of that time and the Zhang Xiaoyu of today be the same person?
Zhang Xiaoyu, who lived one thousand and three years ago in the Great Wind Calendar, was a very good senior brother to Cheng Lu, to Nan Dao, to Hu Lu, and to all the southern sword cultivators.
It's a pity that people in the story will probably never see Zhang Xiaoyu like that.
This is a sad enough thing.
Hu Lu stood silently in the snow for a long time with his sword on his back, looking dull and lonely.
The wind and snow blew again for a moment, and Hu Lu, who was in a daze, heard a very familiar voice.
"You look a little troubled. Is there anything Shushu can help you with?"
The young man came back to his senses and looked at such a little demon girl for a long time.
This was not a dream, that girl with misty and distant eyes.
But a real rat floating on such a river.
All the mixed emotions that had been experienced so profoundly in the young man's life flooded into his heart at this moment.
Therefore, the young man's voice was choked with tears, and there were some tears in his eyes.
The boy was just laughing softly.
"Yes, I lost some people, can you help me find them?"
Although Shushu didn't know why this familiar-looking young man looked like this, just listening to his words, he felt that he could understand it.
Of course it is sad enough to lose some people.
So the little demon girl said seriously: "Where did he lose it?"
The young man said softly: "On the Nanyi River, if you see her one day, remember to say sorry for me."
Shushu stood on the bow of the snow-stormed boat and looked at him for a long time with his head tilted. Although he was a little confused, he still said: "Okay."
The fried tofu, which had been driven away by the sword's wind and snow, was still steaming.
The little demon girl who floated on the river all day was probably very greedy, so after saying hello, she looked at Hu Lu eagerly.
"Can I have some of your fried tofu?"
Hu Lu nodded and handed all the food on the guardrail to Shushu.
The little demon girl on the bow happily took it and started eating without being polite. She sat there with her legs crossed.
He said vaguely: "When Shushu saves enough money in the future, I will give you some food."
Hu Lu did not respond, but took out a penny from his arms, handed it over, and said softly: "You must remember in the future that you will receive a penny for doing a good deed."
Shushu, who was enjoying his meal, nodded casually.
Of course, people don't care about the inconspicuous past in ordinary days.
This is true for gourds and rats.
But suddenly there was a very clear sound of sword clanging coming from the riverside.
Shushu was startled, and when he raised his head, he saw the young man who was still sad a moment ago stood on the river bank with his sword drawn and pointed at him in great anger.
"Have you remembered?"
The young man's robes were trembling in the wind, just like his hand that was holding a sword and pointed it straight at Shushu, but was trembling uncontrollably.
Just like the lips that kept trembling after saying that sentence angrily.
Shushu sat there in a daze, wondering why such an ordinary reaction of his would make the young man so furious.
After being at a loss for a long time, the little demon girl silently stood up on tiptoes and placed the food on the riverbank guardrail again.
"Then I won't eat your food."
Shushu felt aggrieved and turned around, holding the boat and drifting away in the wind and snow.
Hu Lu suddenly coughed uncontrollably, lowered his head, and the sword in his hand dropped, hitting the guardrail of the river bank with a loud sound.
That sound was extremely clear, just like many fates that would inevitably be encountered in the future.
After a long time, the young man raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked at the boat going away in the windy and snowy river, and said softly: "It seems that she still didn't remember these things in the end."
Cheng Lu just watched with cold eyes from beginning to end.
Look at people with cold eyes, listen with cold ears, think with cold hearts, and feel with cold feelings.
It wasn't until the young man said this with sadness that Cheng Lu said very calmly: "It's not that she didn't remember it."
This Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator looked towards the human world.
The human world in the years.
"It's just that your sword can't cut through the chasm of time."
Hu Lu stood there in a daze, yet extremely relieved.
The young man caught wind of it.
Without realizing it.
