The young boy Hu Lu walked all the way back to the entrance of Jianzong. Perhaps he was worried that if he sneaked out to buy delicious food and was caught by his senior brothers, he would be scolded, so he hesitated a little, then retreated and hid by the river. Under a tree, there was no snow near the roots, so the little boy sat there with his legs crossed, shivering at the heavy snowfall in Nanyi City while devouring the fried tofu.
Brother Xiaoyu should be playing cards now, and Brother Mei should be paddling the ferry on the river.
Although both are relatively difficult tasks in winter, the benefits will probably be huge.
Playing cards in winter is very difficult, this is what Zhang Xiaoyu told Hu Lu.
Because when it snows, you have to resist the temptation to stay in bed, get up and walk in the wind and snow, through the human world, to find a card hall. This process will freeze you to the point of unconsciousness.
Of course, for Zhang Xiaoyu, this was difficult but not very profitable.
Hu Lu didn’t even remember whether Brother Xiaoyu had ever won money.
He was able to win money, but Senior Brother Xiaoyu was still in debt.
When Hu Lu was thinking this, she suddenly pricked up her ears, hid the food aside, and carefully leaned out from behind the tree by the river to look towards the street.
"Who the hell is winning at these poker tables!"
Zhang Xiaoyu's voice came from there, and the swordsman in white was carrying his sword loosely on his back, and he and the young man named Su Guang were rubbing their hands to resist the cold and cursing as they walked.
Su Guang did not reply, but lowered his head and raised his eyebrows, looking very sad.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and saw Su Guang's appearance. He put his hand on Su Guang's shoulder and said with a smile, "You're not going to get beaten when you go back tonight."
After all, this kid just stole some money from Su's Inn today, and went to continue fighting with Zhang Xiaoyu at the poker hall in the south of Nanyi City.
It's a pity that it's just like Zhang Xiaoyu's words - who is winning at the poker table?
It's not them anyway.
Su Guang, who stole the money, and Zhang Xiaoyu, who borrowed the money, both lost completely and lost everything.
Su Guang silently opened Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, but looking at the sword cultivator, he was probably a little envious.
"When the senior brothers in Jian Zong see you losing cards like this every day and ruining Jian Zong's name, won't they beat you up?"
Zhang Xiaoyu's hand was slapped away by Su Guang, so he retracted his sleeves and his head at the same time.
"Why are they beating me? They probably want me to lose worse so they can laugh at me unscrupulously."
The twenty-four-year-old sword cultivator spoke rationally.
"It's probably a good thing for them that I lose more, so that others will be more willing to play poker with them and let them win a lot."
Su Guang sighed melancholy.
The two walked in the snow for a while and stopped near Jianzong. Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Su Guang and asked, "Can you still come out tomorrow?"
Su Guang was kicking Xueha there and gasping for air, as if he was eating something steaming hot, but in fact the two of them almost lost their shorts, so naturally they had nothing to eat.
"I don't know, let's see if I can get the money."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said, "Okay."
The two buddies from the patient bureau parted ways on the long street.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked toward Jianzong for a while, then suddenly stopped with a frown on his face and murmured to himself: "What is this thing that smells so good?"
As he spoke, he looked around.
Little Hulu quickly retracted her head and covered the food better with her clothes.
The wind and snow are so strong, but senior brother can still smell it. Could it be that he is not Zhang Xiaoyu but Zhang Xiaowu?
After waiting for a while, there seemed to be no movement, so Little Hulu carefully picked up the trunk and looked over there.
Just when the little boy started to stick his head out, he bumped into a face very close to him.
Xiao Gourd was so frightened that he jumped up and almost drew his sword and slashed the person in front of him.
"Junior brother, what are you eating? Can you let me try it? Just one bite!"
Zhang Xiaoyu said swornly and stretched his head to look behind Hu Lu.
Hu Lu would not believe the nonsense of a person who had lost all his money after starving for a day.
At the beginning, the little boy saw that this senior brother looked like a dog, so he handed over his candy and oil daddy believing that it was real.
As a result, when asked, the swordsman in white was polite and courteous. He took the sugar-oiled cake, opened his big mouth, and swallowed it all in one gulp.
Hu Lu, who had not yet begun to practice at that time, saw this kind of formation, raised his head and stretched out his hands, and burst into tears.
This heartless guy is still swallowing and laughing at the same time.
Fortunately, Senior Brother Gao, who was holding a cup of wolfberry tea, came over, gave him a hard blow on the head, and then ordered him to go out and buy another one for Hulu.
So when he heard such nonsense again, Hu Lu turned his head and curled his mouth.
"No!"
Zhang Xiaoyu instantly shrank and sighed, "Junior brother, you don't want your senior brother to starve to death on the street."
Hu Lu just shook his head crazily, and then suddenly caught a glimpse of someone. As if he saw a savior, he picked up the food from behind and ran to the bank of the Jianzong River.
"Senior brother Mei, senior brother Xiaoyu is trying to steal my food again."
Mei Quming was parking his boat by the river and tying the cable. He suddenly heard such a cry and looked up in confusion. He saw that Hu Lu was running towards him, and Zhang Xiaoyu was running under a tree not far away. There was laughter there.
...
"Originally, I wanted Senior Brother Mei to beat him up."
Hu Lu stood quietly under the tree in the snow. In front of her were some messy footprints from the embarrassing run. Not far away, a small boat was swaying slightly. The people on the ferry had already returned to Jianzong to warm themselves by the fire.
Cheng Lu looked at the boy beside him and asked, "It seems that the beating was not successful."
Hu Lu said softly: "Yes, because Senior Brother Xiaoyu ran away immediately. He probably also knows that bullying Junior Brother is not a glorious thing."
Of course bullying your junior brother is not really bullying.
Senior Brother Xiaoyu is not Zhang Xiaoyu either.
This is a person who exists only in the past and is a fictional concept in the present.
The two of them stood quietly under the tree, and the swaying of the small boat parked at the ferry not far away was slowly calming down.
It also means that the story told by the young man is slowly passing away.
Cheng Lu looked at the sword sect quietly, and after a long time, she slowly said: "So I am immersed in the scene. Can you remember what happened that winter?"
Hu Lu stood in the snow and thought seriously. After a long time, she slowly shook her head.
Of course, a lot of things happened in the human world during the twelve months of the Dafeng calendar year one thousand and two.
Just those incredibly ordinary things.
For example, Hu Lu bought delicious food, Zhang Xiaoyu lost all his money, and was in the Sword Sect with a sad face, thinking about where to borrow some money.
Another example is that Cong Xin’s swing seemed to have been broken by the weight of the snow.
When Hu Lu thought of this, he suddenly frowned.
Cheng Lu just looked at the boy quietly.
Of course Hu Lu is not just going back to the past to see the once prosperous and lively world.
Such a young man who lived in Jianzong and Nanyi City would naturally be able to provide tremendous help in the human world in the past.
Otherwise, for Cheng Lu, all he could rely on were the vague things in the diary.
"It should be today that Cong Xin's swing broke."
Hu Lu said softly: "So I woke up the master from his sleep."
As the young man spoke, he raised his head and glanced at the sky in the snow. It was probably late in the world, and there were some very subtle orange colors behind the gloomy snow.
"Probably in a while."
Hu Lu said softly.
"At that time, I should still be complaining to my senior brothers. Then suddenly I saw Master walking out lazily. Senior Brother Mei asked Master what he was going to do. Master said that Cong Xin's swing was broken. Go outside. Buy a strong rope."
Cheng Lu didn't speak for a long time.
Hu Lu turned around and saw the Liuyun Sword Sect silently looking at the door of the Sword Sect.
"You remember correctly."
Cheng Lu said softly.
Hu Lu turned around and looked. At the door of Jian Zong, there was a very lazy sword cultivator looking at the heavy snow and sighing, and then walked into the snow helplessly.
The young man stood there quietly for a long time, showing no emotion, and did not rush out through the heavy snow.
Just stood there quietly.
It's like I have already accepted everything that should have passed away and has already passed away.
It was only when Cheng Lu turned to look at the young man that she realized that he had already burst into tears.
Cheng Lu was silent for a long time without saying anything. She just raised her hand and patted the young man on the shoulder.
The lazy swordsman dressed in white and walked quietly towards the world in the snow.
It was probably very similar to the last scene Hu Lu saw in his dream.
...
Cong Ren leaned lazily under the eaves of a snow lantern hanging at the corner of the street, frowning slightly and looking thoughtfully at the Nanyi River bank that was covered by the wind and snow.
The shopkeeper of the shop nearby saw someone leaning there, and curiously raised his head to take a look. When he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face of the man in white, he was stunned for a moment, and then it took him a long time to remember who this person was. .
So he changed his face in an instant, walked out with a smile on his face, and saluted there.
"Why did the sect leader come out today?"
Cong Ren turned his head and glanced at the shopkeeper. The latter was probably in his fifties, and his face was already showing an aging look.
The shopkeeper looked at Cong Ren's somewhat puzzled look and said seriously: "It's me, Liu Qishui, the sect master teased me when I was a child. It's because I was teased by the sect master when I was seven years old. My father just changed my name to Liu Qisui, saying that I will definitely become a great swordsman in the world."
Only apparently not.
Cong Ren thought about it seriously for a long time, and then said sincerely: "I can't remember."
The shopkeeper was not disappointed, he just smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. If everyone has to remember the sect master for so many years, it will naturally be very tiring."
The shopkeeper, who was in his fifties and had been amused by Cong Ren by chance when he was a child, looked at Cong Ren with regret and emotion.
"That's all I need to remember."
This made Cong Ren feel a little ashamed and said softly: "It doesn't matter, I will remember you next time we meet again."
The shopkeeper said mockingly: "Who knows if I will still be there next time?"
Cong Ren smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, someone will remember it."
The shopkeeper probably didn't quite understand what Cong Ren meant, but he just looked at the white-clothed sect leader and looked in the direction of the Sword Sect, and asked curiously: "What is the sect master looking at?"
Cong Ren thought for a while and said: "This is something difficult to say. It is probably a guest from Jianzong or Nanyi City."
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Is it something serious?"
Cong Ren said softly: "It's not serious, it's just a little strange. By the way, do you have a rope here?"
"What rope?"
"The rope to tie the swing to."
"Yes, I'll get it for you right away."
Cong Ren nodded, turned to look at the shopkeeper's back and said, "Next time you see my disciples, remember to ask them to settle the bill."
"okay."
Those wearing white clothes probably have very clean pockets.
Wanting to be chic and rich at the same time is of course unrealistic.
...
Hu Lu led Cheng Lu to climb on the wall of Jianzong Garden.
It is probably very strange that a sword cultivator who has attained Taoism and is a master of the Eighth Realm of the Small Dao has traveled through the past years that are difficult for anyone to touch in the entire human world, but is seriously climbing over the wall.
But for the two of them, it was naturally a last resort.
Naturally, it is impossible to enter the Jianzong gate openly and openly.
Although the back entrance of Sanchi is secluded, there are often some brothers playing cards by the pool, so it is inevitable that they will be bumped into.
So it's probably best to climb in through the wall on the Erchi side.
There are many sword terraces in Erchi, which are places for practicing swordsmanship.
It's just like running out to buy fried tofu and eating gourd while hugging the stove.
Why do you need to practice sword practice in the middle of winter?
Isn’t it fun to play cards?
Probably the only person you might meet is Chen Huaifeng, who has gradually stopped thinking about playing cards and drinks tea and takes walks every day.
Cheng Lu looked at Hu Lu riding on the wall and said seriously: "Do your senior brothers really not pay attention to whether someone climbs over the wall and steals things?"
Hu Lu is also very serious.
"What can you steal when you come in?"
Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, but she had to admit that what Hu Lu said was absolutely correct.
Although the Human Sword Sect is the leader of the current Sword Sect, there really is nothing good in such a place.
The black-clothed swordsman thought about what he saw in the Jianzong Garden.
It's nothing more than mahjong scattered on the ground, or some swords lost by some senior brother who was too obsessed with playing cards.
Cheng Lu followed Hu Lu over the Jianzong's wall and landed in the woods beside the wall.
It was a snowy December in the world, and there was a vast expanse of white everywhere, but I really didn’t see any senior fellow apprentices.
However, there were faint sounds of shuffling cards everywhere.
Although Hu Lu said it didn't matter, after he really climbed in like a thief, he still looked around nervously.
Cheng Lu was very calm.
After all, if you turn everything inside, even if you are caught, you can't escape.
The Sword Sect is full of high-level sword cultivators, so it is naturally impossible for them to escape.
The two walked carefully in the forest for a while, and then the familiar garden paths appeared in front of them. There were some deep and shallow footprints on the path, which probably meant that a senior brother passed by here not long ago.
Hu Lu waited and watched for a while, confirming that there was indeed no trace of his senior brother near the second pond. Then he felt relieved and turned to look at Cheng Lu, who was meditating there.
"Where should we go first?"
Cheng Lu stood in the wind and snow with her sword on her back, squinting her eyes for a long time, and then said softly: "Go and have a look at Zhang Xiaoyu's place."
All the clues come from Zhang Xiaoyu's diaries, so naturally we have to start looking for them from Zhang Xiaoyu.
But before the two of them finished speaking, the sound of swords could be heard in the Jianzong Garden.
Cheng Lu's expression changed, she raised her hand and pulled out the Jueli Sword, turned around and left with one strike.
The two swords clashed loudly in the forest, and the sword light burst out. The two were separated at the touch, and each retreated into the wind and snow.
A disciple of the Sword Sect was standing in the forest with a frown, looking at the short-haired swordsman in black with a strange expression.
Dressed in black, her short hair is parted in the middle.
Such characteristics are naturally very obvious.
"Cheng Lu?"
Cheng Lu didn't recognize such a sword cultivator, so she looked from the sword cultivator to the sword.
The name of the sword means sleeplessness.
The sleepless sword embraces the people.
This is a disciple of the Sword Sect who will die in Daze in the story of March next year.
Cheng Lu silently sheathed her sword and said softly: "Yes, Liuyun Sword Sect Cheng Lu has met senior brother Huaimin."
Huai Min did not respond to this.
The sword cultivator's eyes had fallen on the young sword cultivator behind Cheng Lu, and his eyes gradually opened wide, as if he had seen something extremely incredible.
The little vendor selling fried tofu in Nanyi City couldn't recognize the growing boy, nor could the little demon rat on Nanyi River.
It’s just that Hu Lu is the only young disciple of this generation of Sword Sect.
They are all senior brothers, so it can be said that they are loved by thousands of people.
As fellow disciples who lived together day and night in Jian Zong's garden, how could Huai Min not recognize him?
Therefore, the sword cultivator was speechless for a moment, and the sword in his hand gradually dropped.
The young Hu Lu stood there silently, his eyes a little moist, but he also laughed softly.
"Senior Brother Huaimin."
This is a title that has really gone through my childhood.
Huai Min went to the Daze and never came back. Only the sleepless sword was carried all the way through the Daze and the mountains by Jiang Ye and brought back to the Sword Sect.
Although later on, the sword wound on Hu Lu's heart came from the sword in this senior brother's hand - the young man under the umbrella simply drew the sword by the river, and then stabbed it into the young man's heart.
Huai Min stood there in a daze. This swordsman, who was known as Huai Min, was still awake. He should not have encountered such a thing, if he still stayed up all night playing cards like before.
It's just like the words Jiang Ye used to deceive Young Master Wubei.
Huai Min has not played cards for a long time.
So Jian Zong walked around and bumped into two sword cultivators who seemed to have come over the wall, but in fact they had come over time.
After a long time, Huai Min said softly: "How old are you this year?"
"Fifteen, I am fifteen years old this year, so I am actually sixteen years old, senior brother."
Hu Lu said with tears in her smile.
Maybe Mao 17 ran to 18.
Teenagers always grow up quickly.
