Hu Lu thought that she might meet Chen Huaifeng drinking tea, Cong Xin watching the snow, and Zhang Xiaoyu trying to find some money dropped by a senior brother in the snow, but she never thought she would meet Huai Min.
If there hadn't been the previous story with Shushu by the river, the young man might have seriously advised this senior brother not to go deep into the swamp after next spring.
But just as Cheng Lu said, the sword of a young man in the Wenfeng realm cannot cut through the chasm of time.
So Hu Lu didn't say anything, but seriously told this senior brother how old he was this year.
Huai Min was silent for a while, looked at Cheng Lu who was standing aside, and said slowly: "So you are about to pass the age where you don't bully the young in the world."
"Yes."
The three of them fell silent in the snow in the Jianzong Garden.
After a long time, Huai Min put the Sleepless Sword into its sheath, looked at the two of them and said softly: "Although I don't know why you are here..."
The sword cultivator raised his head and looked at Jianzong Daxue.
"But I think life in the Sword Sect or in the human world will not be easy in the future."
Hu Lu was silent for a while and said softly: "How does senior brother know?"
Huai Min said calmly: "If a person is living a good life, would he want to go back and see the past?"
When people look back at the past, they always see the miserable years first, and then the twilight like quicksand and the moonlight like flowing water.
But if one could go back, no one would want to go back to the miserable years.
Cheng Lu and Hu Lu both fell silent.
This is of course sincere, pertinent and to the point.
Huai Min silently walked to the edge of the snow forest with his sword behind his back, stood there and stared for a long time, then turned to look at the two of them, and said calmly: "What are you coming back to find?"
Hu Lu looked at Cheng Lu who was standing aside.
The latter did not explain, but said softly: "Senior brother, can you help us?"
Huaimin looked at Cheng Lu quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "Okay."
...
Zhang Xiaoyu was indeed waving his sword randomly in the snow.
What if a leaf falls off and a lot of money falls out?
Of course money does not come out of thin air, so Zhang Xiaoyu imagined that if Chen Huaifeng had too much money and no place to put it, he hid it in a tree, and he happened to knock it down.
So Zhang Xiaoyu was as happy as a well-fed fish in the stream, holding grass in his mouth, blowing bubbles, and swaying away with a flick of his tail.
Unfortunately not.
So Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and drew randomly in the snow with his sword again, hoping to hear something.
Very crisp sound.
So Zhang Xiaoyu actually heard a very clear sound.
This made this impoverished swordsman instantly bright-eyed and happy.
Throwing away the sword in his hand, he lay down in the snow and raised his hand to carefully pry open the snow.
But when he saw something in the snow, Zhang Xiaoyu's expression instantly became melancholy.
Damn it, which senior brother doesn't take good care of his sword and just throws it around?
Zhang Xiaoyu dug the sword out of the snow with a bitter look on his face and took a look at the sword's tang.
Good guy, wolfberry.
Chen Huaifeng's sword.
This senior brother has become so obsessed with health that he doesn’t even know where his sword has gone. He has entered the avenue, and it’s a fart!
Zhang Xiaoyu reluctantly threw the sword to the garden rocks aside, picked up his own sword and continued walking forward.
It’s such a bad winter, and there’s no money!
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned as he walked. He saw Senior Brother Huaimin standing there on the windy and snowy garden road ahead, holding an umbrella and leading a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.
The young swordsman in white was very puzzled.
How could such a young man come from the Sword Sect?
Could it be that Senior Brother Huaimin secretly gave birth to his son in the human world?
It doesn't look like his age either.
Zhang Xiaoyu was very puzzled, so he walked forward. Before he could see clearly what the young man with the skin of a melon in the snow looked like, he heard Senior Brother Huaimin talking there.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, this is Hu Gua, a distant cousin of Hu Lu. He plans to surprise Hu Lu tomorrow. It just so happens that you still have a room in your small building, so I'll stay at your place for one night."
Only then did Zhang Xiaoyu see the young man's face clearly, and he was shocked, but he took it for granted.
They are indeed a family, even distant cousins look so alike!
Zhang Xiaoyu marveled, and naturally did not refuse. He just walked up with a smile, raised his head and rubbed the young man's head.
"Ah, courgette, right? It's really very melon-skinned, hahahaha."
Hu Lu stood silently under Huai Min's umbrella. She wanted to punch this bastard, but she endured it in the end.
He raised his head and pretended to be dumbfounded, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Xiao...Hello, Senior Brother Zhang."
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned, took a deep breath, and said: "Good guy, this is the first time someone calls me Senior Brother Zhang. Senior Brother Zhang is just Senior Brother Zhang. He looks down on me. Zhang Xiaoyu is poor, so it's okay to call me Xiao Zhang." Yes, what the hell is Senior Brother Xiao Zhang?”
Huaimin raised his hand and gave Zhang Xiaoyu a blow on the head.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you are going out to play cards tonight, take Hu Lu... Gua to tidy up the room for him now."
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, took his hand off Hu Lu's melon skin head, looked at the young man and said, "Then come with me."
Hu Lu took the umbrella from Huai Min and nodded honestly.
"Okay, Xiao Zhang."
"...."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent, walking in the snow waving his sword and speaking helplessly.
"Why are you so stupid like your cousin? Just this once, call me Xiao Zhang next time, and I'll sell it to you for money."
"Oh, okay, Senior Brother Xiao Zhang."
"..."
...
It wasn't until the two of them walked away that Cheng Lu, holding Hu Lu's sword, walked out of a garden path somewhere.
Huaimin stood there quietly and said softly: "Junior brother Xiaoyu is a bit mysterious, but there shouldn't be any problems."
Cheng Lu just looked at it quietly for a while, and then said softly: "It's just a look. After all, Senior Brother Zhang is from Shanhe Temple."
Of course, this Liuyun sword cultivator didn't say anything.
Huai Min nodded, then looked at the sword cultivator in black and said slowly: "What about you?"
Cheng Lu stood silently in the evening dusk snow. After a long time, she said softly: "I want to see Senior Cong Ren."
Huai Min naturally knew what this meant. He smiled slightly and said, "I'll take you there. Master went out earlier and should be back soon."
The two of them walked among the sword sects. In order not to cause any big trouble, they naturally needed to have a suitable identity.
For example, the fifteen-year-old Hu Lu is a distant relative of the thirteen-year-old Hu Lu.
Then Cheng Lu could be the one invited by Huaimin to come to the Human Sword Sect.
Cheng Lu looked at the Sword Sect brother who was smiling in the dusk snow for a long time, then sighed and said: "I don't want to say anything to senior brother. Senior brother is really not afraid that we are here to do something inappropriate?"
Huai Min said sincerely: "The Sword Sect has nothing, and we are the only sword cultivators. What evil things can Junior Brother do?"
Of course, there is another very important reason that Huaimin did not mention.
An uninjured Cong Ren, one of the three swordsmen in the world, is in the sword sect. Even Kamigawa would not think of doing anything evil here.
Cheng Lu was speechless.
Huaimin walked towards Yichi in the wind and snow, and Cheng Lu followed.
But fortunately, the winter snow is majestic. Some people like to sit by the fire and eat hot pot, while others like to sit by the fire and play mahjong.
Both are naturally extremely pleasant things.
Therefore, except for people like Huai Min who have learned a lesson and quit playing cards, or people like Zhang Xiaoyu who lost everything, there is no one else who would wander around in the Sword Sect.
The two of them walked all the way from Erchi, but they didn't meet any other Jianzong disciples.
This saves a lot of trouble.
Although Cheng Lu's arrival could be said to have been invited by Huai Min, the slight changes in appearance and form, as well as the fact that the seventh realm became the eighth realm, are naturally things that need to be explained.
Cheng Lu naturally had corresponding remarks.
After all, as a younger generation, there are three swordsmen in the world.
Of course, it is impossible for Cheng Lu to really only be in the seventh realm.
He could say that he was not a sports student and did not intend to settle down, so he broke out and took a look at the scenery from above.
The two of them walked all the way to a pond. During the heavy snow, even Cong Xin would not swing there. Originally, Cheng Lu was a little worried and needed to explain to the Sword Sect Peach Demon, but when she saw the There were no footprints on the path leading to the tree house, and the swing was empty except for the snow, and I felt relieved.
Huaimin sent Cheng Lu into a pool before stopping.
"Master should go out."
Although there is heavy snow in the world, there are only some occasional fine snowfalls in the pond, which contrasts with the peach blossoms. It is quite quiet. There is no sleeping figure of a sword cultivator on the creek bridge.
Huaimin looked away, looked at Cheng Lu and said, "You can wait here for a while."
Cheng Lu held her sword and saluted, looked at Huai Min sincerely and said, "Thank you, senior brother."
Huai Min smiled and said, "It's just a little effort."
After the sword cultivator finished speaking, he simply left in the snow with his sword behind his back.
Cheng Lu took a deep breath and waited quietly in a pool of snowy peach blossoms.
...
Chen Huaifeng was walking leisurely while holding a cup of freshly brewed wolfberry tea. When he saw the footprints on the ground, he felt a little strange.
After all, in the winter of Jian Zong, people usually play cards quietly. Naturally, few people are walking through Jian Zong at this time.
The footprints were heading toward a pond.
Chen Huaifeng brought the wolfberry tea to his lips and took a sip. He breathed in the heat and looked at it for a long time with some confusion.
It's just that this sword cultivator who is keen on maintaining health has not gone that way.
After all, nothing major can happen in the Sword Sect.
And since Zhang Xiaoyu took over his responsibilities, this senior brother has become more and more leisurely and lazy, either drinking tea and taking a walk, or drinking tea and watching his junior brothers play cards.
But Chen Huaifeng obviously didn't want to watch the card game today, so he walked towards the quieter Erchi.
The Jianping of Erchi was buried in the wind and snow.
Everyone is too lazy to practice swordsmanship, not least the young Hu Lu.
Chen Huaifeng was a little ashamed. After all, he had not practiced swordsmanship for a long time. Although he was still practicing, in an era where swordsmanship had gone out of the retro sword sect but was still the sword in his hand, a swordsman only practices but does not practice. Of course the sword won't work.
When Chen Huaifeng passed by Jianping, he thought that he should practice sword practice before he finished his cup of tea?
But when he reached behind and touched, he found nothing, and then he remembered that his sword had been lost somewhere.
Forget it, it’s snowing too much today, so we’ll practice again tomorrow.
Chen Huaifeng convinced himself, so he continued to leisurely carry the cup of steaming wolfberry tea in the snow towards the depths of Erchi Jianping.
Just as he was walking, Chen Huaifeng looked a little weird.
This tall disciple of the Sword Sect was holding a wolfberry teacup and looking towards a certain Jianping in the deepest part of the Erchi Garden.
I saw a disciple of the Sword Sect standing in the wind and snow holding a sword. The sword in his hand was constantly emitting cold light in the dusk snow as his body shape changed.
It's like the cold moon breaks through the light clouds, and the clear light moves the flat lake.
During heavy snowfall, a disciple practicing swordsmanship in Jianping is naturally extremely rare.
What's more, this person is Huai Min, who is also confined to the nine realms and cannot move forward.
This is naturally something even weirder.
If the person in Jianping was Jiang Hehai or Zhang Xiaoyu, it would naturally be understandable.
The former has passed the age of not bullying the world, but is still in the seventh realm, while the latter is still young, but has a lot of pressure on his shoulders.
So what is the reason for Huai Min?
Chen Huaifeng stood there silently drinking tea and watching quietly for a long time.
Huai Min, who was on the sword flat, had been practicing sword practice for a long time before he finally stopped. He looked at the sword lying in front of him quietly, then shook off the snow flakes on the sword body and put the sword into its sheath. Then he turned and looked at Chen Huaifeng, who was drinking tea on the other side of Jianping.
"When did senior brother come?"
Huai Min was probably too absorbed in it, so he didn't know when Chen Huaifeng appeared here.
Chen Huaifeng walked towards the pavilion where he was resting and looked at the wolfberry tea in the cup that was about to bottom out.
"About a quarter of an hour ago."
Huai Min didn't say anything, he just held the scabbard and stood quietly in the snow.
Chen Huaifeng looked at the junior brother in the snow very strangely, thought for a moment, and asked, "Junior brother looks a little worried?"
Huai Min was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Yes."
Chen Huaifeng looked at Huaimin quietly and said nothing.
Huai Min raised his head, looked at Tian Duxue quietly, and then said slowly: "When I was resting in the pavilion just now, I suddenly had a dream."
Chen Huaifeng took a sip of tea and said, "What dream?"
Huai Min said softly: "It was a very bizarre dream. In the dream, I went back to my childhood. I was staying in the yard of my house, sharpening my wooden sword. There was heavy snow outside the door, and suddenly an uninvited guest came in. Come in and say you want to ask my grandfather some questions.”
When Chen Huaifeng heard this, he said with some confusion: "What's so weird about such a dream?"
Huai Min lowered his head and looked at the Jianping of the Human Sword Sect and the peaceful gardens in the heavy snow.
"If it's just like this, of course it's not weird enough. What's weird is that that person is myself who has become a sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect."
Chen Huaifeng imagined that kind of scene.
A child was sitting in the yard during the heavy snow, sharpening his sword very seriously and dreaming of a sword cultivator. Suddenly, he, who had become a sword cultivator, pushed open the door and barged in.
Chen Huaifeng narrowed his eyes, as if he had also seen that sword cultivator coming in a hurry and pushing the door open to bring in the endless wind and snow.
"Then what?"
Huai Min was silent for a long time, then looked at his senior brother and said, "Then I asked him a question. I said why didn't you ask it then instead of running back to ask it?"
"He didn't answer, he was just very quiet and looked at me with a look that contained a hidden meaning."
Huai Min smiled softly, turned around, with his back to the pavilion, standing alone in the snowy Jianping.
"After thinking about it for a long time, I figured it out."
"Because by then there was nothing more to ask, my grandfather was dead."
Chen Huaifeng also realized the existence of such a thing as if he had just woken up from a dream, and held the cold wolfberry cup in his hand for a long time.
It's just that this tall senior brother rarely used his brain to think for a long time, but he still didn't understand why Huai Min had such a dream.
"So what did he ask?"
Huai Min walked slowly on the windy and snowy path, holding his sword.
"I do not remember."
Or rather.
It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not.
Because for that child sitting in the yard whittling a wooden sword and practicing his dream, the answer to such a story is that one day in the future, his grandfather will be dead.
And that death is not far away.
It's just that the boy is fifteen years old.
Chen Huaifeng was sitting in the snow-wind pavilion with his teacup in his hands, somewhat bewildered. He looked at the sword cultivator who seemed to be walking away on the snow with a feeling of loneliness that he couldn't break free from his dream. He didn't know what it meant.
...
Huai Min naturally realized many things.
only.
The sword of Hulu cannot cut through the chasm of time.
The same goes for Cheng Lu.
Although this young man is known as one of the Three Young Swordsmen, he has not truly untied those shackles and stepped into the realm of the great avenue.
Cheng Lu stood quietly in the pool and looked at the peach blossoms for a long time. She didn't know why, but she always felt that something was wrong.
It was just that perhaps having to face such a sword cultivator and ask so many questions made Cheng Lu feel a little uneasy, so she was a little confused for a moment.
Until a certain moment, when the sword cultivator looked at a certain peach blossom with some fine snow falling into the pond in front of him.
The sword cultivator suddenly opened his eyes wide, stood in a daze for a long time, then turned around and walked away from the pool.
Cheng Lu stood at the door of Yichi and looked at the path leading to the tree house. The path was clean and there were no footprints.
And the swing under the tree house is also hanging on the branches, carrying the peach blossom snow of such a southern winter.
Yes.
Of course Cong Xin’s swing was not broken by the snow.
That sword sect peach demon may be sleeping quietly in the tree house with the stove burning.
Such a story comes from Hu Lu’s memory.
When the young boy was eating the food that had not been taken away with lingering fear, a swordsman in white walked out, and then casually said that Cong Xin's swing was broken.
Even now, Hu Lu still believes with great sincerity, on December 8, one thousand and two years in the Gale Calendar.
Cong Xin’s swing was broken.
Cheng Lu seemed to suddenly understand something and turned around in a daze.
A swordsman in white clothes was walking lazily on the snowy garden path.
Of course Cong Ren's sword can cut through the years.
