Cheng Lu quietly walked through the long snowy streets of Nanyi City and returned to the alley.
This sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect was waiting quietly there with two swords.
After a long time, a young man hurriedly ran through the wind and snow, and stopped there panting. He held his knees up and lowered his head for a long time, saying nothing.
Cheng Lu said nothing.
It was as if he knew that such a young man would come over early in the morning.
The greatest judgment a person can have is to face his past self.
Cheng Lu stood quietly for a long time, and then handed over the young man's sword.
Hu Lu was silent for a long time, then took the sword, slowly stood up straight, and slowly turned around, looking towards the misty tomb mountain in the wind and snow.
Maybe there's someone there watching, maybe not.
The people watching there may say you have a choice, or maybe not.
In the long years to come, some people may slowly forgive themselves.
Maybe not.
Hu Lu held the sword and quietly walked into the alley like a silent winter day.
Cheng Lu took one last look at this stormy winter where nothing had happened, and then left peacefully.
...
A card player in a certain card hall picked up a card, held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, but did not play it out.
But he turned his head and looked out the window at the world blurred by the wind and snow.
Those cold human worlds that cannot be touched by lights or fires in the house.
The sword cultivator in white seemed to have been distracted for a long time.
A long time passed until the people at the card table became impatient.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, hurry up."
Zhang Xiaoyu came back to his senses, with a bright but ordinary smile on his face again, and played the cards in his hand.
"Hongzhong."
"What a fool!"
...
The swordsman in white was playing cards like crazy and didn't go back until he was dizzy. When he returned to the Sword Sect, Chen Huaifeng was still drinking tea and Huaimin was still wandering around - he didn't talk about a certain boy named Hu Gua. I can't seem to remember.
When Zhang Xiaoyu passed by, Huaimin still laughed and teased him.
"How much did you lose today?"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and replied: "No more, no more."
Huai Min laughed wantonly, scolding Zhang Xiaoyu in the wind and snow for embarrassing the Sword Sect, and then walked away.
Zhang Xiaoyu just laughed softly.
Later, when passing by Chen Huaifeng, Zhang Xiaoyu asked a question that puzzled Chen Huaifeng.
"Senior brother, do you still want my help in dream interpretation? No money is required this time."
Chen Huaifeng, who was sitting in the pavilion drinking tea, raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu strangely for a long time. He probably felt that he was going crazy because he lost too much and started talking nonsense, so he kindly tried to persuade him.
"Junior brother, I am enjoying my little gambling..."
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and walked away with a smile.
The sword cultivator was probably thinking about how long it would take for Senior Brother Huai Feng to remember that he had a sword.
After passing through the snow, Bai Yi sat under a peach blossom tree. He looked at Bai Yi who was sitting on the bridge over the stream and was meditating, and asked a question.
"Master, what exactly did you see?"
The white man sitting on the creek bridge turned his head, looked at the white man under the peach tree, and asked lazily.
"Then what did you see?"
...
Hu Lu has been wandering in the snow these days. When he saw Zhang Xiaoyu walking back with his sword swinging in the snow, he stopped him.
"Senior Brother Xiaoyu."
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at the boy.
"What's wrong Hu Luwa?"
Hu Lu lowered his head and thought, thinking carefully about the words.
"I do not remember."
After a long time, the young boy said blankly.
Zhang Xiaoyu lifted Hu Lu's head and said with raised eyebrows, "Okay, okay, you kid is teasing me, right?"
Hu Lu touched his head in a daze.
Is that so?
When he wanted to ask, Zhang Xiaoyu drifted away again like a ghost in the snow.
...
Hu Lu's legs were probably a little weak. As soon as he walked out of the alley, he still held on to the wall out of habit.
Unfortunately, the support was in vain, so the young man fell straight to the ground.
Perhaps the afterglow of the wind and snow had not passed yet, and the young man still felt very cold, so he did not get up in a hurry, but wrapped up his clothes tightly first.
But where is the wind and snow?
The afternoon sun is shining brightly on Jianping, which is covered with garden leaves.
The young man held a lot of warm rays in his arms. When he looked up at the extremely dazzling sun, he felt that the warmth was quickly disappearing.
Just like snow.
Just like water.
It's like a hug of quicksand, with no trace left in the rustling sound.
The young man raised his hand to cover his eyes, then stood up with the sword in hand, turned around, held the sword and walked towards the small building again.
This time the boy didn't spend a long time and found something easily.
It was a piece of paper hidden in a not-so-obvious corner.
Above is a sentence with handwriting that at first glance makes you feel that the person who wrote it is in a state of excitement.
——Junior brother, stop looking for me, I know it’s you.
Hu Lu looked at the note in his hand for a long time, then walked out of the small building silently, and sat down on the wind corridor. The afternoon sun was flowing slowly in the wind at the end of April, like water, and The fine sand seems to have just been fried with melon seeds, and it has a very warm taste.
The young man was very calm and sat there quietly.
It took a long time before Hu Lu came back to his senses and looked at the little girl who woke him up with gentle footsteps.
There was a piece of paper flying in the sky, and Hu Lu didn't know when it flew away.
Just like the gourd didn't know when it was hidden in that corner.
Hu Lu and Cong Xin looked at each other for a long time, neither of them spoke.
...
Cheng Lu walked through the alley, and the voices boiling in the heavy snow suddenly disappeared. What appeared in his ears were some peaceful voices that belonged to the small town. The war from Lingnan still could not burn it. Such a peaceful place at the foot of the cloudy mountains.
The sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect stood quietly for a long time, then turned and walked into the very familiar wine shop, bought a bottle of wine inside, and walked out of the town while drinking.
While standing on the trail leading to the Liuyun Mountains in the north, Cheng Lu turned around and looked quietly at the three words on the archway at the end of the town.
Sijiao Town.
This sword cultivator who thought he would never step onto the stage finally stepped into this great human drama.
Cheng Lu looked at it quietly for a long time, drank most of the bottle of wine, and then turned back silently.
At the foot of the green mountain in the distance, an old Taoist from Songxue Guan was sitting there. He was probably still injured, so he still coughed slightly but slightly painfully from time to time.
Cheng Lu took a sip of wine, looked over and said softly: "Senior, why should you go too far to bully others?"
This black-clothed sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect did not reach out to draw his sword, but just moved towards the mountain.
"You're driving me into a hurry. With the current situation of senior, what benefits can you get?"
The old Taoist didn't speak, he just sat there coughing silently.
Cheng Lu paused for a moment, drank up the bottle of wine in his hand, and then threw the bottle to the side of the road - this was certainly not a good habit.
It's just that the current situation does not allow Cheng Lu to deal with such a hip flask in a leisurely manner.
Cheng Lu looked at the old Taoist and said melancholy: "Don't you think you are going too far?"
Only then did the old Taoist from Songxue Guan finally spoke up and said, "How to go too far?"
Cheng Lu looked at the old Taoist quietly and said slowly: "Forcing people from the audience to the stage, and then killing them in the name of chaos in the world, isn't this too much?"
"yes."
The old Taoist said very calmly.
Such frankness and uprightness left Cheng Lu, who had always been accustomed to them hiding in the dark, speechless for a moment.
It took a long time for Cheng Lu to figure it out.
This is truly unspeakable.
They are so sincere, what else can you say?
So Cheng Lu looked up at the sky and sighed: "Before taking action, can I ask senior a question?"
The old Taoist sat there quietly, his hand gradually raised.
"You want to ask about what happened twenty years ago?"
Cheng Lu shook her head sincerely, and then said softly.
"Senior doesn't know..."
Cheng Lu's words suddenly turned cold.
There was the sound of swords ringing among the green mountains.
"Isn't it actually not that far from Liuyun Sword Sect?"
Even though Cheng Lu can't go up the mountain now due to various problems, after all, he is still the core disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect.
The old Taoist was silent for a moment, then stood up, stepped out of the green mountain, and disappeared into the world.
Cheng Lu stood there quietly watching the sword light falling towards this human world.
In fact, this swordsman's palms were sweaty.
The white-haired master uncle who once sat quietly on the Floating Cloud Terrace appeared here, quietly looking at the short-haired swordsman in black.
"For a while, you disappeared from the world."
Uncle Master's voice was very calm, but there was probably some worry in his words.
Cheng Lu was silent for a while and continued to walk forward.
"Because I went to Nanyi City and asked the goddess to do me a favor and returned to the year 1002 of the Gale Calendar."
The uncle of Liuyun Sword Sect looked back at Cheng Lu's back.
"What do you know?"
Cheng Lu stopped, thought quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "I can't tell you yet, uncle."
This sentence is actually very similar to what the white-haired sword cultivator said back then.
But Cheng Lu had to give such an answer.
Between teacher and reason, when everything is unresolved.
He must remain silent.
The uncle stood there quietly, raised his hand to catch the falling sword, and put it into its sheath.
"When will you go up the mountain?"
Cheng Lu sighed, and then said slowly: "I may have to go to Qingtian Road first."
The sword cultivator in black walked slowly towards the north.
The white-haired uncle stood there for a long time, looked in the direction where the old Taoist left, and then said calmly: "Yeyu Cliff will announce a reward for you."
The famous Sword Pavilion Master of the Yun Sword Sect looked at the young sword cultivator again.
"At that time, senior brothers or uncles will come to hunt you."
Cheng Lu just walked quietly.
"Thank you."
Cheng Lu naturally understood what such a hunt meant.
The sword cultivator in black left Sijiao Town very calmly.
...
On the path of Xuanxuyuan.
The boy from Huangliang is still waiting there.
The path was covered with bamboo leaves, and the wind came and went.
It's just that those two people seemed to have gone there and into the past, and then they stayed there greedily and never wanted to come back.
Zhao Gaoxing sat there in a daze.
When Yun Hu walked out of the small bamboo garden, he was a little surprised to see the young man still sitting there covered in fallen leaves.
"Why are you still here?"
Yunhu walked over without knowing it, put away the scroll in his hand, and then helped this young man brush the fallen leaves from his body.
Zhao Gaoxing said softly: "Because I want to see if they will come back."
Yun Huzi picked up a fallen leaf from Zhao Gaoxing's hair, remained silent for a while, and said slowly: "Of course I will come back."
"Why?"
Yun Huzi said softly: "Because no matter how good the past is, people can't really live in the past."
The scholar raised his head, looked towards the library, and said with emotion: "The more beautiful the past, the more things you cannot face. It's like looking into a mirror of time, and the self-generated Even those with gray hair are ashamed of themselves.”
Zhao Gaoxing was silent for a long time, and then looked up at the gentle and elegant scholar next to him - Mr. Academy.
"If sir, would you think so if you went back?"
Yunhu laughed softly, holding the scroll behind his back and looking at the sunshine and bamboo shadows.
"I won't go back."
"Why?"
"Because my husband taught me that scholars must have the courage to look forward."
Zhao Gaoxing stood there in a daze.
However, Yunhu fell silent again without knowing it. The high-spirited look he had just now gradually faded away. Looking at the scattered leaves on the ground, it was like looking at the messy and miserable human world.
"Maybe I will too, who knows?"
People probably always contradict themselves.
Yun Hu smiled again, picked off all the bamboo leaves on the young man's body, and then patted his shoulder.
"Go back, don't wait any longer, they may have returned to their original trajectory."
Zhao Gaoxing thought for a while and asked, "Why?"
Yunhu said frankly: "I guess, because you always sitting here is not good after all, and your body can't bear it, so I have to find a way to coax you away."
So that sentence is naturally the best.
There isn't much of a reason.
Zhao Gaoxing was silent for a long time, but then he stood up. Only then did he realize that his limbs were a little weak. He didn't know whether it was because he had been hungry for a long time or because he had caught a cold.
"Thank you sir."
The young man sighed and bowed to Yun Huzhi, then turned and walked out of the bamboo forest path.
Halfway through, Zhao Gaoxing turned around again, looked at Yun Hu and asked, "I heard that Sir is practicing?"
Yun Hu was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why Zhao Gaoxing suddenly asked about this thing, but he still nodded.
"Yes."
"Sir, can you teach me?"
The eyes of the young man on the trail were sincere and full of expectation.
This reminded Yunhu of another boy from last year.
But the scholar still shook his head seriously.
"No, because the things I practice are different from those in today's world."
Zhao happily said 'Oh', then turned around and left silently.
Yunhu stood there looking at the boy's back for a long time. When he turned around, he realized that the goddess in an ancient black dress had been standing on the bamboo forest path at some point.
Yun Hu was silent for a while, and then bowed his head very respectfully.
"I have met the goddess."
Yao Ji didn't speak, she just stood quietly under the umbrella and looked at the scholar for a long time.
After a long time, the woman in black skirt walked slowly on the path.
"What are you practicing?"
"have no idea."
Yunhu didn't know he was very sincere.
Yao Ji looked back at Yun Hu Zhizi again, but she didn't say anything.
Although Yunhu didn't know why Yao Ji suddenly left Tingfeng Tower, he hesitated a little and followed her.
The two of them walked quietly in the bamboo forest until they crossed the sermon terraces and Xinghua Stream and appeared at the Jingsi Lake.
Yao Ji stood there quietly, lowered her head to look at herself, and then said softly: "I think what you said is wrong."
Yun Hu was a little confused, thought for a moment, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Of course people can live in the past."
Yunhu came down silently.
Whether or not you want to live in the past is such a subjective matter. Naturally, everyone has their own opinions, and there is never a single correct answer.
And whether it can or not is the only objective thing.
Yun Hu didn't say anything anymore, and neither did Yao Ji. He just stood by the Jingsi Lake for a long time. After a long time, he said softly: "What was the name of the young man who was sitting here?"
Yun Hu was silent for a while, and then asked: "Which one is the goddess talking about?"
Yao Ji turned to look at Yun Hu Zhizi and said slowly: "Which one do you think I will ask?"
Yunhu turned his head and looked at the peaceful lake, and said softly: "Grass is a firefly, and countless grasses in the world are fireflies."
Yao Ji just looked at Yun Hu without knowing it.
Yunhu didn't seem to see the look of the woman in black skirt. He just sighed and said slowly: "Why would the goddess ask about such a young man?"
The scholar naturally understood that what Yao Ji was asking was not the young man in green clothes sitting around fishing.
Yao Ji then turned her head and said calmly: "I'm just a little curious."
Everything in the world that is inconvenient to talk about can probably be excused by curiosity.
Yun Hu was silent for a long time, then turned his head and looked deeply at the yellow-liang ghost standing under the umbrella.
In all the classics, there is probably no record that gods and ghosts need to live under umbrellas.
"How does it feel to stand under an umbrella all the time?"
Yao Ji stood there quietly, looking down at the peaceful and peaceful lake.
After a long time, the woman in black skirt said with great tenderness: "I am in constant panic all day long."
Yun Huzi asked softly: "Why?"
Yao Ji raised her head and looked at the scholar quietly.
"Even Donghuang Taiyi only has a broken soul left. Why do you think it is?"
Yunhu didn't know what to say and didn't say anything more.
