Some people are coming back and some are leaving. In such an ancient city, of course there are also some people who are in a daze.
Unexpectedly, Yunhu had long since lost the intention to practice meditation. After learning about the inevitable story between Yao Ji and a certain young man in Qingshang, he couldn't even read the book anymore and walked around in the yard sadly. Take steps.
The bamboo leaves in June are green, and when they fall on the ground at dusk, they really complement those sparse and slanting shadows.
The whole forest was filled with the sound of wind.
When the scholar stopped by the road and looked at Xiuzhu in the forest, there were other rustling sounds behind him.
Yunhu turned around and saw that Mr. Mei, whom he had not seen for a long time, was back again.
Although the southern story is messy, it will naturally not have any impact on these miscellaneous men in Xuanxuyuan.
Mr. Mei felt a little unwell in May, so he asked for leave during that time and never came back. It was not until today that Yunhu saw this middle-aged man who was somewhat stout again.
"Is Mr. Mei's illness cured?"
Yunhu didn't know how to look at Mr. Mei and asked with concern. Yunhu didn't know how to call him Mr. Mei, but he learned it from Chen Henan and the others.
Mr. Mei lowered his head and swept the fallen leaves on the ground, sighing softly and said: "As we get older, there is no way we can get things done easily just after we agree."
In fact, Mr. Mei is naturally not very old.
This year I have made every effort, but I am still only in my forties.
It's just that as my mind gets older, my age will naturally increase.
Yun Hu didn't know what he thought. Looking at the concierge who had always acted very old since last spring, he said softly: "The dean has not aged for a thousand years, how can Mr. Mei be considered old?"
Mr. Mei, whose surname was actually Li, smiled softly, straightened his back, and stood there holding on to the broom.
"The longevity of the hospital is unknown. A thousand years is not considered old, but people in the world can live for a hundred years. If they are approaching half a hundred, they can naturally say that they are rushing to grow old."
Yunhu smiled the same way.
In fact, both of them knew what the real cause of aging was, but neither of them mentioned it.
The wind in the world blew up, blowing the bamboo leaves on the road flying in disorder. Yunhu subconsciously raised his hand and used the vitality of heaven and earth to stop the fallen leaves that were blown away.
Mr. Mei stood there in amazement, leaning on the broom, looking at this scholar who only started to truly enter the world of spiritual practice last year.
"The vitality in your body, sir, has become much stronger."
Yunhu didn't know that the vitality had dispersed, but he just said melancholy: "It's not enough to be a Taoist."
Even though Mr. Mei was a person who came out of the courtyard, he still couldn't understand whether this meant it was not worth talking about or it was not considered a great path.
Most of the things you can't figure out are things that have nothing to do with you.
The wind was blowing and the dusk was cool. Mr. Mei lowered his head and coughed for a long time. Then he took the broom and continued to sweep the leaves on the ground.
Yun Hu didn't know, but he was probably a little depressed. He looked at it for a while, then asked Mr. Mei for a broom, and together they swept the fallen leaves on the road.
The dusk was deep, and although the courtyard was deserted, there were still some students staying in the dormitory. The two of them swept leaves and lit lamps along the way.
Yunhu didn't know, but it seemed as if he had really forgotten those distressing things.
It's just that the beautiful and peaceful work of sweeping and lighting will naturally come to an end.
Yun Huzhi took the broom and stopped at the gate of Xuansheyuan. Mr. Mei was lighting a lamp in the yard next to him.
The secluded alley outside this door looked like dusk.
The moss in the stone gaps in the alleys is far less green than in spring. It grows dark and dull, like mildew spots everywhere.
After Mr. Mei finished lighting the lamp and came out with the oil lamp in his hand, he saw Yunhu standing there in a daze, and asked curiously: "What is Mr. Yunhu thinking about?"
Yunhu looked back, maybe he really remembered something, and said with a soft smile: "I remembered a wonderful wandering story in March last year."
Mr. Mei naturally also thought about it.
The young man named Chen He had nothing to do one night, so he took the young man with him, Yun Hu Zhizhi, and Mr. Mei, and the four of them wandered to Nanyi City together.
So the two gentlemen who stayed behind probably had some intention of rediscovering old things, so they put down the things in their hands and slowly walked through the alley in the story of the end of the twilight, heading towards the old world without the old people.
The two of them walked leisurely.
I don’t know if it’s the June evening wind that makes people feel drowsy, or the rather strong twilight that makes people intoxicated.
Mr. Mei felt a little dizzy after walking for a while on those quiet long streets with few pedestrians.
Fortunately, there is a section of Nanyi River not far away. The river is full of wind. Yun Huzhi helped Mr. Mei to the river and leaned against the guardrail to blow the river breeze. Mr. Mei felt much better and sighed very much. Standing there, he said as if he was joking: "So the physiques of people in the world are probably different. Some people are in their forties and are very active, wandering around without seeing anything happen, while some people always have some kind of disease. Feeling sleepy."
Yun Hu didn't agree. He just stood there and looked at Mr. Mei with a frown for a long time, and then said softly: "Mr. Mei went back to recuperate some time ago. Have you ever seen a doctor?"
Mr. Mei smiled and said: "Of course I saw it. The doctor said that I am weak and I need to make up for it as much as possible. It's not a big deal."
Yunhu felt relieved a little and didn't say anything more.
Mr. Mei, on the other hand, faced the lonely and silent wind of the river - many years ago, when the concierge was a young student of Xuanxuyuan who had just arrived, he probably never thought that one day, he would use words like loneliness. Describe the scenery of this ancient city.
"So sometimes, there are benefits to being a demon. You see, the dean has been suffering from alcoholism for so many years, but nothing has happened."
Yunhu just smiled melancholy and said nothing.
Mr. Mei blew the wind and sighed more and more. He slowly walked towards the bridge over the river not far away, stopped on the bridge, squinted and stood in the wind for a long time, and then looked towards The quiet Yunhu under the bridge didn't know, and said with a smile: "Actually, last spring, when I was watching the prosperous night of the world with Chen He and the two boys from Nandao, I always subconsciously thought that maybe in many years From now on, I will be here and sigh when I hear the news they sent back from the human world."
Yun Hu naturally understood what Mr. Mei meant. He looked up at him and smiled softly and said, "It's just that you and I probably didn't expect that there was no news about those two people as soon as they left."
Of course not all stories will resonate in the human world.
Mr. Mei said sadly: "After all, I could see at that time that the hospital's attitude towards Nan Dao and Chen He was actually very ambiguous. So I always think about many stories about their rise to fame."
Yunhu thought about it for a while, and then said seriously: "Maybe Mr. Mei can wait a little longer and wait for those stories in a few more years."
Mr. Mei chuckled, but did not comment on what Yun Hu didn't know what to say.
Unexpectedly, Yunhu also walked to that bridge.
In this lonely river carrying the twilight, a small boat floated in the distance.
Both Yun Hu and Mr. Mei looked at the small boat with some surprise.
This scene is very similar to how a little demon named Shushu came in on a boat.
It wasn't until the small boat got closer that Mr. Mei looked away with relief.
The boat was of course a black-peng boat, but the person at the head of the boat was not Shushu, but a woman.
It's just that when Yunhu saw the Zhoutou woman, there was a lot of surprise in his eyes. He looked at it with some surprise, and then asked with some uncertainty: "Senior Cong Xin?"
This scholar was probably the first person to address Cong Xin as a senior.
The barefoot peach-clad woman at the head of the boat probably didn't really like such a title that made people think of a long time at a glance, so she didn't respond to Yun Hu Zhizhi, but just sat quietly on the side of the boat, stepping on the water and watching the dusk in the world.
Yun Hu probably realized that he must have said something wrong, and then quickly changed his words.
"Cong Xin."
The woman with clean eyebrows and eyes looked like she was walking out of a painting, and then she raised her head and looked at the scholar on the bridge - in fact, this scene itself looked like a painting of a boat on the dusk river.
Compared to the little mouse demon who once rowed a boat on the river all day long, there are actually very few people in the world who have seen Cong Xin.
And those who have seen Cong Xin like this are even rarer.
As for why Yunhu recognized it, it was naturally because his teacher once told Yunhu such a story about the great peach blossom demon of the sword sect in the world.
Although the scholar stopped the barefoot woman in peach clothes who was boating on the river for some reason, he didn't know what to say. So he stood there and hesitated for a long time before asking in a somewhat unfamiliar tone: "Why are you out?"
The speed of the boat drifting gradually slowed down by the bridge.
The Zhoutou woman raised her head and looked up at the young scholar in Huangliang for a long time. Then she looked at Nanyi City and said calmly: "Come out and have a look."
The scholar didn't know that the last sword cultivator in the Sword Sect Garden had also left. Naturally, he was a little puzzled. He just thought that Cong Ren would eventually die in the East China Sea. The scholar didn't ask much, just smiled and said :"fine."
Cong Xin lowered his head again, and the boat passed under the edge of the bridge.
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu turned around and looked at the peach-clothed woman who had never been seen in the world.
Only then did Mr. Mei ask softly from the side: "So this is what Cong Xin of the Human Sword Sect looks like?"
Yunhu was silent for an unknown amount of time. In fact, the scholar didn't know what Cong Xin should look like. So after a long time, Yun Hu just nodded and said nothing.
Mr. Mei stood on the bridge for a long time in surprise.
"Is she also a very powerful swordsman?"
This question may indeed have an answer.
"No." Yun Huzhi said seriously: "She is a great demon who has never practiced cultivation."
Mr. Mei sighed with regret.
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu turned around and looked at Mr. Mei strangely, and asked, "Why are you sighing, sir?"
"The sword sect in the human world has finally reached such a desolate situation. There is not even a decent swordsman among the sword sect. It is naturally sad."
Yunhu didn't know what to say.
Just because you're not a swordsman doesn't necessarily mean you can't use a sword.
Unexpectedly, Yunhu saw a green sword that looked like a peach branch placed on the edge of the boat at the beginning.
The twilight has indeed gone slowly with the water of the river, and the world has gradually dimmed. However, it is now difficult for Nanyi City to use the prosperous lights all over the city to prop up such a curtain of night like in the past. .
The two gentlemen from Xuanxu Courtyard walked slowly towards the courtyard along the way they came.
Mr. Mei was probably still frying the medicine used to regulate his body. When he came out, he didn't smell any strong smell. When Yunhu came back, he smelled a very bitter smell near the concierge.
The scholar stood there and watched Mr. Mei walk into the concierge. He poured the medicine that had been simmered in the room all afternoon into a bowl and drank it with a frown. After a moment of silence, Yunhu said sincerely, "Mr. You still have to take care of yourself.”
Mr. Mei did not speak, but when the scholar went towards the depths of Xuanshu Courtyard, the concierge followed him out again and stood in the courtyard where the courtyard lights were quietly shining.
"Mr. Yunhu."
Yun Hu turned back with some doubts.
It was just that the medicine was too bitter or that some stories were really difficult to tell, but Mr. Mei remained silent for a long time.
After a long time, the concierge gave a long sigh and said softly: "Maybe Lao Xie is not a good person."
It took Yunhu a long time to finally realize that the old Xie mentioned by Mr. Mei was the Mr. Xie from Xuanxu Courtyard back then.
The scholar looked at Mr. Mei with some confusion and asked, "What do you mean, sir?"
The most difficult thing about some things is naturally the first moment you open your mouth.
When some deeply suppressed breath comes out from the lips, teeth, mouth and throat, it is often like water pouring from a river.
"In March last year, I went to Xinglin to look for him to return an oil lamp that he had left the night before."
Mr. Mei lowered his head and drank the bitter medicinal soup.
"I saw him and a Taoist talking about many things deep in the apricot forest."
Yun Hu was still a little confused. He looked at Mr. Mei and said, "Taoist? Who is it?"
Mr. Mei said softly: "Li Shi of Shanhe Guan. Of course, I didn't know that person was Li Shi at that time. I just vaguely thought that he should be a Taoist of Shanhe Guan. Until those things happened in Huangliang Yaofeng, many It was only after the story was unearthed this year that I realized something like this.”
Yunhu stood there in silence, but he also thought of the fifth Mr. Qingniuyuan who had discussed things with him several times.
After a long time, the scholar asked softly: "So what is Mr. Xie's name?"
Mr. Mei let out a long breath.
"Xie Cangsheng. His name is Xie Cangsheng. Many years ago, when I first heard the name of the young man standing next to me, waiting for the spring recruitment of Xuanxuyuan to end, I felt that this person could not be Ordinary people - who in the world would choose such an irrepressible name?"
The wind and snow thank the people.
Such a name may indeed not be something that the world can suppress.
"It's just that I probably didn't think about it. He is far more than I imagined..."
Mr. Mei fell silent after speaking here.
After a long time, he slowly said: "Be ruthless."
Yunhu stood quietly on the bamboo forest path deep in the courtyard. In the night, some garden lights were slowly emitting light beside the path.
Mr. Mei talked a lot there, and until he told all these stories, the look on his face became better.
When people in the world have something depressing and gloomy in their hearts, they will probably always look haggard.
Yunhu looked at Mr. Mei who was holding the medicine bowl and said softly: "So, has Mr. Mei always been mentally ill?"
Mr. Mei sighed and said, "Who doesn't have heart disease? Who only has heart disease?"
Yun Huzi said slowly: "That's true. So what do you think Mr. Xie's heart disease is?"
Back on the bamboo forest trail, when Yun Huzhi had a lot to say with such a gentleman, it could actually be seen that Mr. Xie was naturally a person with some secret stories.
It's just that he probably never thought that the story behind it would be like this.
This scholar probably once thought that if such a gentleman had no intention of teaching and just sat in the apricot forest all day long, it would be a story about the love between ordinary people and monsters.
But now it seems that may not be the case.
Mr. Mei was silent for a long time, and then said seriously: "This is something I don't know."
After all, there was a long period of estrangement between these two old friends.
Perhaps the answer starts with Mr. Xie’s story in Qingtian Dao.
Why such a talented Taoist left Qingtian Tao that year may not have been noticed by others at the beginning, but it is obvious that there are many hidden secrets.
Yun Huzhi sighed, turned around and walked towards the depths of the academy.
Mr. Mei looked at the back of the young scholar and asked, "Where are Mr. Yunhu going?"
Yun Huzi said softly: "I'm going to sit in the apricot forest."
This was the most common saying from the fifth Mr. Qingniuyuan back then.
When the teachers and students of Xuanxuyuan occasionally see the former senior master of Xuanxuyuan, that Taoist who looks very ordinary and plain, they often talk about going to sit in the apricot grove.
Either sitting in the apricot grove, or on the way to the apricot grove.
Mr. Mei looked at Yunhu's unknown back, thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Yunhu, wait a moment."
Yunhu stopped and looked back at Mr. Mei. The latter drank the medicine in the bowl in two or two gulps, then turned and walked into the concierge. Not long after, he walked out with an oil lamp. Mr. Mei The somewhat fat body hurriedly crossed the path and handed the oil lamp to Yun Huzhi.
"Perhaps sir, bring an oil lamp so that you can see more clearly."
Yunhu looked at the ordinary oil lamp in his hand, but for a moment he didn't know what Mr. Mei meant by seeing it more clearly.
However, the scholar still said a serious thank you, then held the oil lamp and slowly walked towards the Xinghua Xiping of Qingniu Yard.
