Hu Lu silently followed Zhang Xiaoyu on the path of Jianzong Garden.
The fifteen-year-old boy looked at the figure of the sword cultivator in white in front of him. Although he was completely different from the Zhang Xiaoyu who came later, Hu Lu knew very well in his heart that this was not a long-standing story.
It seems that all changes happen suddenly.
At the same time, Hu Lu couldn't help but wonder, what did his master see in this December?
The young man stared blankly at the figure in white clothes in the wind and snow in front of him, always feeling that the two were faintly overlapping.
It's just that it's not the two white clothes that overlap.
But Hu Lu and Zhang Xiaoyu.
The sword cultivator in white clothes in front suddenly stopped, and Hu Lu, who was distracted, bumped into him.
Zhang Xiaoyu clutched the back of his neck in pain, probably because he was hit by the umbrella and some snow fell in. He was trembling all over and turned to look at the young man behind him with a grin on his face.
Hu Lu didn't do it on purpose this time, so looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's expression, he subconsciously apologized as if he was frightened.
"I'm sorry, senior brother, I didn't pay attention, I'm sorry..."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the young man helplessly, then sighed and said, "We're here."
Only then did Hu Lu realize that the two of them had unknowingly passed through the corridors of Sanchi and stopped in front of Zhang Xiaoyu's residence.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked in tremblingly.
The young man closed his umbrella and stood at the door pretending to be curious, patting the snow and looking inside.
The white-clothed swordsman stood in the building, looking back at the young man who was about to say something, but he suddenly remembered something and ran upstairs. After a while, he hurried down.
Hu Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a strange expression, and then asked hesitantly: "Senior brother... what did you do just now?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said without changing his expression: "It's nothing. I suddenly remembered that I still had my clothes confiscated."
Hu Lu stood there doubtfully, but didn't ask anything.
There are naturally many rooms on the first and second floors. Zhang Xiaoyu asked Hu Lu whether he wanted to live downstairs or upstairs. After a little hesitation, Hu Lu chose the downstairs. After all, Zhang Xiaoyu lived upstairs. Lu was worried that she would be exposed.
Although this swordsman in white didn't look very reliable, he still helped Hu Lu tidy up the room and spread the bedding seriously. Hu Lu stood at the door, silently looking at the man who was seriously twisting the corners of the quilt. young people.
Zhang Xiaoyu is naturally not a young man who can put out his hands for food and open his mouth for clothes.
Even though he had written in his diary that he wanted to be a person who could command his junior brothers to get something for nothing, but apart from sometimes deliberately teasing Hu Lu, he had never really done such a shameful thing.
If the woman in front of her was a woman in white, Hu Lu would most likely think like this - she was clearly the embryo of a good wife and mother, how could she go out and do things that harm the country and the people forever?
It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu is not.
This is a junior brother in the Sword Sect, a senior brother of many sword cultivators in the south.
When Zhang Xiaoyu turned around, he saw Hu Lu looking at him with a very strange look.
"What are you looking at?"
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and looked himself up and down, but unfortunately he didn't see anything weird.
Hu Lu came back to her senses and said sincerely: "I was just thinking that my senior fellow, such a powerful swordsman, could actually make his own quilt."
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded thoughtfully, but then said very proudly: "That's natural, who am I, Zhang Xiaoyu, one of the three swordsmen in the world, how can I be justified if I am not more versatile?"
The swordsman in white was bragging about himself when he suddenly heard the voice of a young boy outside.
Zhang Xiaoyu's expression changed, he lowered his voice and looked at Hu Lu and said, "You find a place to hide first, and I'll go see what's going on?"
Hu Lu also looked around nervously, and then ran to hide in a cabinet.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of the small building.
"Hey, Hu Luwa, are you here to bring me food? How did you know that my senior brother is almost fainting from hunger?"
Hu Lu hid there silently, listening to the conversation outside.
"No, Brother Xiaoyu, you'd better starve to death. No, why did you change the subject?"
"Huh? Did I change the subject?"
"You still want to quibble, I just saw you, senior brother, coming here with a short-haired girl."
Hu Lu hid in the cabinet and touched her hair subconsciously.
It turns out that a boy with long hair can be a girl with short hair.
Zhang Xiaoyu was probably equally speechless, but it was hard to tell anyone about the 'courgette', and for a while, some yellow mud fell down his crotch.
So after a long silence, Hu Lu heard Zhang Xiaoyu say angrily: "Go, go, what are you talking about?"
"I'm not lying. I saw it with my own eyes. Tell me, who is that girl? Otherwise I will tell Master."
"Go on, go on, you can tell Master, I don't have any objection."
"Then I really went!"
The little boy was probably really walking in the snow.
Hu Lu, who was hiding in the cupboard, heard some crunching sounds in the snow.
"Hahahaha, go ahead."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled nonchalantly.
But soon the sword cultivator in white stopped laughing.
"Holy shit, where the hell are you going?"
Hu Lu was startled, thinking that the young boy was planning to rush in, but when she heard Zhang Xiaoyu's angry voice, she realized what the young boy in the snow outside the building was going to do.
"Huluwa, stop here. Is Yichi in that direction?"
The young boy's very sincere voice came from the wind and snow.
"No, I just suddenly remembered that I should tell Sister Qinghua."
Hu Lu could even imagine the innocent and sincere look on that young boy's face.
Although this is not a plot in the past stories, Hu Lu also knows very well what he would have done back then.
No matter how much the white-robed swordsman denied that he didn't like the woman named Li Qinghua.
It's just that probably all the disciples of the Sword Sect have seen the smile deep in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes when he met the woman in the blue and white skirt.
Hu Lu was still thinking wildly, but there were two increasingly distant sounds of stepping on the snow outside the door.
Zhang Xiaoyu probably chased Xiao Hulu.
Hu Lu hid for a while, and then walked out, walked to the door and looked around for a while. The two figures in the wind and snow were chasing towards the back door of Sanchi.
Hu Lu hesitated for a moment, then turned around and headed upstairs.
The main hall on the second floor is very spacious. There is a bed in the middle, facing an open door. The wind and snow are howling outside the door, but it does not blow in. There is a stove at the door, but there is no heat. It is very It was placed there deserted, and I don’t know when it was last lit. After all, most of the time, the sword cultivator in white would stay with Su Guang in his family’s inn, and do some odd jobs to earn some money.
There were some mahjong scattered around. Hu Lu looked at the red ones and suddenly understood why the senior brothers often found out that they had few cards while playing.
Hu Lu very cautiously ran to the corridor on the second floor and took a look. After making sure that the two of them were far away, she carefully searched around the second floor, trying to find something suspicious.
After all, Zhang Xiaoyu's hurried upstairs behavior was a very strange thing in itself.
What needs to be hidden from view?
It's a pity that Hu Lu didn't find anything that looked weird until nightfall. Because he was worried about being caught by Zhang Xiaoyu, although the young man was a little unwilling, he still returned to the first floor.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't come back for a long time, so Hu Lu rummaged around in the room on the first floor for a while and found a stove and some charcoal. While he was thinking about how to make it burn, Zhang Xiaoyu came to the room with a wind and snow Han Qi walked in from outside the building, and took out some kebabs that were well wrapped in oil paper and were still hot from his arms.
"I forgot you were going to warm yourself by the fire."
Zhang Xiaoyu patted his head and said, walked over, stuffed the skewers into Hu Lu, lit the sword fire, ignited a piece of charcoal, and then threw it into the stove.
Hu Lu looked at the skewers in his hand, swallowed his saliva, but still took a big bite. He looked vaguely at the swordsman in white who was playing with the stove and said, "Senior brother, don't you have no money?"
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and glanced at Hu Lu strangely.
"How do you know I'm out of money?"
Hu Lu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was not Hu Lu now, but Hu Gua. After thinking about it, he said seriously: "Senior brother said it himself - you can look down on me, Zhang Xiaoyu, for being poor. "
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded thoughtfully, and then continued to blow on the charcoal - although the sword fire could ignite all the charcoal, it would burn too fast and it would be all burned out in one go.
"I just caught your cousin, carried him away, and shook out a bag of money, just in time for you to wash away the dust."
"..."
Hu Lu looked melancholy at the fat and oily kebabs in her hands, so the wool actually came from the sheep.
Zhang Xiaoyu lit the stove, pushed the stove towards Hu Lu, turned around and closed the door, opened some windows, and then asked casually: "You didn't go upstairs just now?"
Hu Lu looked at the sword cultivator in white who was opening the window, and said with some guilt: "No."
Probably in order to make himself appear more righteous, Hu Lu looked at the sword cultivator in white and asked: "Senior brother, is there anything shameful?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stood by the window and tilted his head to look at Xue Ye outside, then smiled softly and said, "No."
Hu Lu didn't say anything, just looked at the sword cultivator's back for a long time.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it for a while, then turned around with a yawn.
"I played cards last night until this afternoon. I'm so sleepy. I'm going to bed first. If junior brother needs any help, just call me at the top of the stairs - well... I should be able to wake you up."
Zhang Xiaoyu himself was probably not very sure, so he spoke very hesitantly.
Hu Lu didn't say anything, just nodded.
"Okay, senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu yawned and walked upstairs, shaking his head.
Hu Lu sat there quietly, lighting the stove and eating kebabs.
On December 8th of the year 1002 of the Gale Calendar, Hu Lu had nothing to be sad about.
...
Cheng Lu stared blankly at the sword cultivator who was lazily walking over in the snowy night.
It took a long time, until Cong Ren came in front of him, before Cheng Lu reacted and saluted with his sword.
"Cheng Lu has met Uncle Master."
Cong Ren just waved his hand casually, then passed Cheng Lu and walked towards the tree house.
Cheng Lu followed Cong Ren's figure and turned around.
I saw the swordsman in white walking all the way through the wind and snow path, stopping at the swing under the tree house, and then tilted his head and carefully looked at the two swing vines that were quiet in the snow.
Although it looked a bit like a tree vine, it was probably just a layer of vines wrapped around the rope.
Cong Ren watched for a long time, and Cheng Lu asked strangely: "What is uncle doing?"
The sword cultivator next to the swing said sincerely: "Isn't Cong Xin's swing broken?"
As the swordsman said this, he reached out and grabbed a swing vine, and then tore it off very roughly - at least that was how it seemed to Cheng Lu.
So the swing hung crookedly and swayed, and the peach blossoms and snow on it sprinkled all over the floor.
Then Cong Ren took out the rope he got on credit in Nanyi City from his arms, and re-tied the swing there very seriously.
Cheng Lu stood there silently and watched.
This is probably the scene of Jianzong that can only be seen in Lingnan and Nanyi City.
After all, Liuyun Sword Sect never saw such a down-to-earth scene.
Probably because of the previous nonsense about the swing, the peach demon in the tree house was alarmed. A little girl suddenly climbed up in the window of the tree house with the light of the fire.
Cong Xin lay there with an angry face looking at Cong Ren next to the swing.
"What are you doing, old thing?"
Cong Ren smiled lightly.
"It's nothing. Your swing was broken by the weight of the snow. I'll give you a new rope."
"Broken by snow?"
Cong Xin looked at the broken body next to the swing with some suspicion. The fracture was very rough, and it looked like it had been broken under heavy pressure.
The little girl's anger dissipated somewhat.
Cheng Lu probably understood why Cong Ren, one of the three swords in the world, chose to tear off the swing vine so rudely.
Sword intent is of course very good at cutting off everything.
only.
Reasonable is the best.
"Is the snow this year heavy?"
Cong Xin was still a little doubtful.
Cong Ren tied the knot vigorously and said with a chuckle: "Sometimes something breaks, and naturally it doesn't require much force from the outside world."
The swordsman paused for a moment, then continued to tie the second knot.
"Old things are naturally easy to break. You must have used this rope for many years."
Cong Xin looked up thoughtfully at the twilight and night snow.
"It seems so. The last time Chen Huaifeng changed it for me was when he was young."
Cong Ren smiled, tightened the knot tightly, then took two steps back, looked at it carefully for a while, then looked back at Cheng Lu and said, "Do you think it's right?"
Cheng Lu stood silently in the snow, looking at the swing swinging slightly.
After a long time, the Liuyun sword cultivator said softly: "The snow is too heavy, I can't see clearly."
Cong Ren smiled and said: "Indeed, so you can only know whether it is right or wrong if you sit on it."
The sword cultivator raised his head as he spoke, looked at Cong Xin who was lying by the window and said, "When the snow gets lighter, you can give it a try. If it's crooked, I'll fix it for you again."
Cong Xin had been looking at the Liuyun sword cultivator who suddenly appeared in the Sword Sect for some unknown reason. It was not until Cong Ren looked up at her that the little girl nodded.
"good."
Cong Xin retreated into the tree house again.
Cong Ren looked up at the tree house for a long time, then turned around, patted Cheng Lu on the shoulder, and headed towards a pool.
Cheng Lu followed quietly.
Looking at the sword cultivator in white who was walking in front of him very calmly in the snow.
Cheng Lu hesitated for a long time, and then said softly: "So the reason Uncle Master left the Human Sword Sect just to take a look at Hu Lu and me?"
Cong Ren smiled noncommittally in front, but asked the same question as Huai Min.
"How old is Hulu this year?"
Cheng Lu said softly: "Fifteen years old."
Cong Ren chuckled softly in front, probably feeling very emotional.
"Fifteen years old!"
There was no follow-up, as if it was just a sigh that the boy was already fifteen years old.
It seems to be sighing that the boy is only fifteen years old.
The peach blossoms are still flying in the pond, and it looks like spring, except for the occasional fine snow.
Cong Ren stopped at the edge of the pool, looked up at the fine snow that was like fine dust, and then said softly: "These fine snow appeared because of your arrival."
The peach blossoms of the Sword Sect are always scorching and undefeated. Even if the autumn is dry and the winter is dead, it cannot affect it at all. This is something everyone knows.
Therefore, it is naturally a strange thing that there is some fine snow flying in a pond in the Jianzong Garden.
But Cheng Lu knew that this was not the reason why Cong Ren knew that someone had come through the years.
A thousand and two years before he came here, this sword cultivator had stayed in Yichi.
Since the death of the white-clothed sword cultivator in front of him, such a garden pond is no longer a place that is inaccessible to wind, thunder, rain and snow.
So Cheng Lu probably understands what is cause and what is effect.
The sword cultivator of Liuyun Sword Sect did not speak, but just stood there quietly.
Cong Ren lowered his hands and stood quietly by the pool with empty hands, looking at the peach blossoms and the fine snow.
After a long time, the leader of the Human Sword Sect, one of the three swordsmen in the world, turned around with a lonely smile on his face.
Just looking at Cheng Lu who was standing there very silently with some wind and snow on his shoulders, he smiled.
Cheng Lu subconsciously wanted to avoid the gaze of such a sword cultivator, so he lowered his head and looked at the mud footprints that he had led into the path.
Cong Ren laughed for a long time and then asked a question.
"When did I die?"
Huai Min realized such a problem after sending Cheng Lu away.
It is natural that Cong Ren, known as the Sword of Cause and Effect, would not understand.
Perhaps when Cheng Lu's shoulders carried the first touch of snow in such an ancient city for the first time, Cong Ren already knew a lot of things.
Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, then raised her head and looked at the sword cultivator from a thousand years ago with a long, deep and somewhat sad look.
"It's the fifth day of the third month in the calendar year one thousand and four of the great wind."
