Puppies and cats, senior brothers and junior brothers, don’t know what I’m thinking.
Zhang Xiaoyu waved his sword and walked boredly in the wind and snow.
Why do you always feel that the Sword Sect today is a little weird?
The sword cultivator in white looked around and saw a certain senior brother drinking tea comfortably in the pavilion of Xueli Erchi.
When the word "drinking tea" appears, there is no need to say who the person is.
Chen Huaifeng's tea was a little cold, but most of it was still unfinished.
The tall senior brother just held the cup and sat by the pavilion, quietly watching the snowflakes falling into the pond and disappearing.
"Brother, I know where your sword is."
Zhang Xiaoyu walked over with his sword swinging, looked at Chen Huaifeng mysteriously, then stretched out his hand and rubbed it, laughing.
"Give me some of this and I'll tell you."
Chen Huaifeng raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu, and just said "Oh", then lowered his head, continued to hold Youlemei, and looked at the snow in the pool.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng with a strange expression.
Naturally, Chen Huaifeng has been indifferent to world affairs for a long time. This senior brother who was watching Nanyi City before Zhang Xiaoyu came has become quiet since he stopped bullying the young people in the world.
It's just that silence is obviously different from this dull mood.
The sword cultivator in white became more interested and no longer cared about whether he was a swordsman or not. After all, it would be a shame to return a sword or not at a time like this.
"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? Do you want to get a wife again?"
Facts have proved that even if Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say that the sword is not a sword, it is still extremely cheap.
Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu silently, and then raised his hand.
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled and immediately shrank to the side.
The white-clothed sword cultivator made a bit of a showdown, but he became serious and moved back again holding his sword.
"So what happened?"
Chen Huaifeng shook his head and said silently: "It's nothing, it's just that your senior brother Huaimin had a dream that left me a little confused."
"What dream? Let me, Zhang Xiaoyu, interpret the dream for you. The fee will be reasonable and fair, just one hundred pence."
Zhang Xiaoyu pretended to roll up his sleeves, and then pushed them back when the wind and snow caused goosebumps on his arms.
Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu silently, but he also talked about Huaimin's dream.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood aside and listened carefully, then asked a question.
"Does Senior Brother Huaimin have a grandfather?"
"...Forget it, just stay where you can to cool off."
Zhang Xiaoyu laughed and said, "It's just a dream. I often have nightmares, and I'm even pressed into bed by ghosts."
Chen Huaifeng looked at this junior brother seriously and said: "Junior brother, that's because you are too nervous, and you play cards all night long, and your biological clock is messed up. I recommend a kind of tea to you..."
Chen Huaifeng was still talking there, but the sword cultivator in white was already shaking his sword and continued walking into the snow.
"No need, senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu waved as he walked in the snow, then stopped on the trail, quietly looking at the few sparse lines of footprints in the wind and snow.
"I know my situation myself."
It's just that Zhang Xiaoyu said the last sentence very lightly.
...
Puppies and cats, senior brothers and junior brothers, don’t know what I’m thinking.
...
When he returned to the disciple's residence, Hu Lu was warming himself by the brazier.
This made Zhang Xiaoyu a little surprised.
"Why are you still here?"
Hu Lu said seriously: "Because I haven't found a suitable time yet."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care at all, nodded, and said: "That's true, Hu Luwa is probably lying in bed now, and won't get up until the afternoon to go to the concierge to play cards. Then you can block him on the road and scare him. Call."
"...Okay senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu waved his hand casually, put the sword behind his back, and then started searching around the small building.
Hu Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu curiously and asked, "What is senior brother doing?"
Zhang Xiaoyu shook the wooden box in his hand and listened to the sound, and said: "It's so boring in the winter. Let's go find some money and play cards."
Hu Lu was silent.
Zhang Xiaoyu searched inside and out, turning the building into a mess, and then sighed.
"Forget it, let's go see if that guy Su Guang got the money."
The white-robed swordsman headed outside.
Hu Lu stood up and ran to the door. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu walking away in the wind and snow, she felt a little guilty.
Could it be that senior brother was really just playing cards at the beginning?
Hu Lu hesitated for a while, and then covered the charcoal fire in the brazier with ashes, otherwise it would catch on fire and it would be bad for Jian Zong to burn it.
The young man checked it out, then held up his umbrella and followed him out.
Although the figure of the white-clothed sword cultivator in the snow was no longer visible, Hu Lu also knew very well where Zhang Xiaoyu would go.
Therefore, he did not follow the footprints on the ground, but went around through the woods on the side.
When we walked to the small door at the back of Sanchi Garden, the door was open and swaying slightly in the snow. The swordsman in white had probably just started to walk out from here.
Hu Lu walked over and didn't follow him out immediately. Instead, he listened carefully with his ears raised, and sure enough, he heard Zhang Xiaoyu's voice.
"....Two sugar-coated cakes, come back later to pay..."
Hu Lu was silent, but felt that it should be so.
After waiting for a long time, Hu Lu poked his head out from the Sword Sect until he heard the sound of the snow crunching away.
Zhang Xiaoyu was eating sweet and oily cakes on the trail very contentedly, and licked his fingers from time to time.
The sugar and oil cake stall is in that alley, like a haystack in the snow, exuding very warm heat.
Hu Lu also wanted to eat a sugar and oil cake - after all, the old man selling sugar and oil cakes outside the Human Sword Sect never appeared again.
Like water disappearing into water.
Just because she was worried about being recognized and having a lot of trouble, Hu Lu gave up the idea, lowered the edge of her umbrella and hurriedly walked past.
Walking out of the alley, Zhang Xiaoyu on the long street was looking around. Most of the sugar and oil cake in his hand had been chewed, and the rest was lying limply in the oil paper bag, as mutilated as a newborn dog. Same.
Hu Lu stood silently at the entrance of the alley and watched.
The swordsman in white clothes in the wind and snow finished the sugar cake in his hand in two or two mouthfuls, then looked at the other one. After thinking about it, he held back and stuffed him into his arms, probably leaving it for Su Guang to eat. .
Zhang Xiaoyu headed towards Su's Inn.
Hu Lu waited there quietly.
About half a quarter of an hour later, the sword cultivator and Su Guang walked out of the inn arm-in-arm, and walked toward a card gallery street somewhere in the north of the city with cheerful smiles.
Hu Lu hesitated a little, but still followed from a distance.
Zhang Xiaoyu and Su Guang entered a certain card hall, where they heard the teasing sounds of those playing cards, such as "Zhang Dian Pao, you are here to give money again" - such sounds can be heard almost every day in Nanyi City. hear.
Hu Lu stood silently on the street outside the card hall. He paused quietly for a long time, then turned around and left, heading towards the Human Sword Sect again.
Zhang Xiaoyu really just came out to play cards.
When Hu Lu returned to Jian Zong, he happened to see a sneaky figure heading towards Zhang Xiaoyu's residence.
The young man stopped in the forest with an umbrella and watched from a distance.
That's gourd.
The little boy was probably still curious about who Zhang Xiaoyu had brought back yesterday, so he finally waited until Zhang Xiaoyu went out to play cards, and then the dog came over to him suspiciously.
Want to meet him?
The young man stood in the forest and thought quietly.
If given the chance, people would probably want to meet their younger selves.
I laughed at my stupidity at that time but also envied my innocence at that time.
Hu Lu couldn't help but move towards the small building.
After just a few steps, Hu Lu stopped again.
What's there to say after seeing it?
Hu Lu sighed, put away the umbrella, then walked into the forest again, and sat down with his back against a tree.
Probably as Cheng Lu said, a young man's sword cannot cut through the years.
So even if you say a lot of things, it is naturally in vain.
It's just that things like fate are naturally difficult to guess.
While Hu Lu was sitting there holding the folded umbrella as if holding a sword, a very gentle footsteps suddenly came from behind.
The young man was startled for a moment and turned back.
There was just a little boy standing there with a sword on his back. When the boy turned his head, the boy's eyes suddenly opened wider and wider.
The two of them stared at each other blankly.
A long time passed, and the young boy, whose imagination had not been constrained by the stories of the years, asked a question.
"Are you my future self?"
An extremely rushed feeling suddenly hit the young man's heart, as if all the blood rushed to his head, and the young man's thoughts went blank.
His face was red, and he was unbearably hot. In this December snow, there was countless beads of sweat on his forehead.
"No...it's not."
The young man hurriedly stood up from the snow, rolling and crawling towards the outside of the Human Sword Sect.
How could I be you?
Dear gourd.
I am full of sin and have blood on my hands.
The young man ran away with tears streaming down his face.
Even at the beginning, he really wanted to meet his past self.
It was just when such an ignorant young boy really stood in front of him.
Hu Lu's psychological defense collapsed in an instant.
He thought of the innocence and ignorance of the young boy, which induced him to have the idea of seeing him again and lamenting everything with nostalgia.
But he forgot his own sin.
Yes.
The most difficult thing to face in the world is probably the past self.
Did you get what you wanted?
In exchange for a heart of stone?
...
The little boy stood there scratching his head in confusion.
He didn't understand why the man who looked so much like him was running like a wild dog.
...
"About twenty years ago, I met Chen Yunxi on Qingtian Road."
Bai Fengyu said extremely calmly.
Cheng Lu stood aside silently and said softly: "What did you say at that time?"
Bai Fengyu took a sip of wine and said calmly: "I didn't say anything."
This old Taoist, who was nearly a hundred years old and on the verge of death, raised his hand and pointed to the path on the tomb mountain.
"We stood at both ends of the mountain road and looked at each other for a long time, and no one said anything."
Bai Fengyu lowered his head and said, "But I gave way to him."
The old Taoist said softly.
"I made way for the white-haired swordsman to walk to the Taoist temple that had gradually calmed down."
Cheng Lu was silent for a long time and said softly: "Why did he appear in Qingtian Road?"
Of course, Cheng Lu would not know the story of twenty years ago. At that time, he might still be somewhere in the world, just like a young swordsman in white clothes, catching butterflies, playing with mud, or looking at a certain green flower. Showy pumpkin flowers on the vine.
The old Taoist said softly: "I don't know, and I didn't ask, because I could see that there was no tender compassion like Cong Ren in the calm and indifferent eyes of such a swordsman."
After the old Taoist was cut off by Cong Yan from any way forward, he no longer had the strength to compete forward.
Of course, it goes without saying that he is facing such a mysterious and ancient sword cultivator.
Cheng Lu stood there silently.
The world has always thought that Chen Yunxi has always been in Liuyun Sword Sect, but probably no one has ever thought that such a white-haired swordsman had visited Qingtian Dao many years ago.
After a long time, the sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect asked softly: "What happened next, senior?"
Bai Fengyu narrowed his eyes, looked at the wind and snow for a long time, and then said softly: "I wanted to leave Qingtian Road at that time, but because of Chen Yunxi's sudden appearance, I stayed there for a long time."
The old Taoist took a sip of wine.
"But I didn't wait for him to come down."
"I don't know who he met there or when he left."
Cheng Lu waited for a long time, but there was no follow-up to the old Taoist's narrative.
After a long time, Cheng Lu said softly: "No more?"
The old Taoist said calmly: "No more."
Later, there is the story of the old Taoist coming to the south.
Cheng Lu stood there quietly for a long time, then saluted with her sword in her arms and said softly: "Thank you, senior, for telling me."
Bai Fengyu just waved his hand, and the old Taoist sat in the wind and snow, drinking quietly and looking at Nanyi City.
Cheng Lu turned around and headed downward.
But when parting, I heard Bai Fengyu add another sentence.
"Among the people Chen Yunxi wanted to meet back then, I should also be there."
Cheng Lu looked back at the Taoist on the top of the mountain.
That's naturally the case.
Otherwise, why did he happen to meet such a white-haired swordsman on the path of such a green mountain just when Bai Fengyu was about to go down the mountain?
It's just that everything is in that one glance back then.
Just like Bai Fengyu said.
Chen Yunxi's eyes were calm and indifferent.
Chen Yunxi in the long-lasting story, the young Chen Yunxi in the Qingyi era, naturally has gentle and soft eyes.
No one knows how the stories of the years have changed this sword cultivator.
Cheng Lu said nothing more, held her sword and saluted the old Taoist again, and then walked down the tomb mountain through the wind and snow.
Not long after Chen Huaifeng left, a sword cultivator in white came here.
He stood behind Bai Fengyu for a long time, looking at the world in awe.
The wind and snow are howling, but the world is peaceful.
After a long time, Bai Fengyu turned around, looked at the sword cultivator dressed in white and stood in the wind and snow, and said softly with a sigh: "How long will senior live?"
Cong Ren smiled softly and said, "You should have guessed that everything will be done soon."
Bai Fengyu turned his head and looked at the world with sadness.
This old Taoist no longer had the anger he showed when he first came to the Human Sword Sect, where he was still a young boy, Chen Huaifeng.
On the contrary, he was very calm when facing this swordsman who had ruined his life.
Maybe the mood is still uneven.
But at least he looked as calm as a flat lake.
The two stood quietly on the top of the tomb mountain. This was a scene in some years before all the stories began.
"How do you know that I can give that Liuyun Sword Cultivator an answer?"
Bai Fengyu asked softly.
Cong Ren stood there for a long time, looking up at the Tonggui Monument in the wind and snow, and said calmly: "Because when my sword fell towards your heart, I felt the prying eyes of a certain swordsman."
This white-clothed sword cultivator may have always been wary of such a sword cultivator sitting in the flowing clouds.
He, Cong Ren, is already a very old man.
It's just that someone is older than him.
"With the sword of Karma, it is normal for someone to spy on you."
Bai Fengyu seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Cong Ren said lightly: "He is from the Qingyi era. Although you were born late, you should know that people of that era always have a lot of unreasonable fears in their hearts. It's like the world has not said it for a long time, but they still remember it. It’s the same sentence—what if the sword master goes crazy?”
This was the thing that worried everyone the most many years ago.
Even though Emperor Huai had his own way, he ended up dying on the banks of the Styx River in the Youhuang Mountains.
But if the sword master Qing Yi goes crazy, there is nothing the world can do.
Bai Fengyu said nothing more, and neither did Cong Ren.
All topics come to an abrupt end here.
After a long time, the old Taoist drank all the wine Liu Yun Jianxiu brought him, then abandoned the wine jar and headed towards the green monument on the tomb mountain.
He was only halfway through, but he looked back at the white-clothed sword cultivator who stood on the top of the mountain and looked at Fengxue Nanyi City for a long time.
"Senior, do you regret sending that sword?"
Cong Ren chuckled softly, and then said: "Of course I regret it. From the perspective of Dao, your talent is a very beautiful thing in the world. If you tear some beauty with your own hands, anyone will feel sad."
The white-clothed swordsman spoke slowly, then stopped smiling and said calmly: "I'm just sorry, I had to do this back then."
"Don't ask whether it's right or wrong?"
"Don't ask whether it's right or wrong."
Bai Fengyu listened to Cong Ren's extremely calm answer, and then said softly: "Do you think the human sword sect is definitely right?"
Cong Ren said calmly: "Of course not."
The sword cultivator in white clothes on the top of the mountain said, turned his head and looked at the old Taoist next to the monument for a long time.
"Such a place has been accumulated for too long over the years, and many things have become deep-rooted diseases. They are, and so am I..."
Cong Ren didn't say any more.
But Bai Fengyu already understood what he meant.
