Sometimes the warm evening breeze blows gently in the quiet alley.
Yunhu didn't know that sometimes he felt a little warm, and sometimes he felt very cold.
The scholar stood silently in the alley. After a long time, he whispered softly: "What do you mean, sir?"
Fang Zhiqiu walked quietly towards the Xuanshu Courtyard, crossed the academy door that had been open for a long time, and stood in the courtyard quietly looking at the lush foliage of the courtyard.
"How can a smart person like you not know what I mean?"
Yunhu doesn’t know, Yunhu doesn’t know?
Yunhu lowered his head and looked at the old alleys with slowly dying moss. After a long time, the scholar raised his head and said slowly: "I'm not stupid, I hope you can clear up my confusion."
Fang Zhiqiu glanced back at Yunhu Wenzhuang, looking at the scholar who had been looking down at the quiet alley for a long time, then turned back and said calmly: "The academy must have a dean, right?"
This may have been explained very clearly, but the scholar raised his head and said seriously: "I don't understand."
Maybe it’s not that I don’t understand.
It's just that such a scholar is never willing to understand.
Fang Zhiqiu walked quietly on the path in the courtyard, heading deeper into the courtyard, and the scholar followed silently.
The two of them walked through the bamboo forest and stood on such a small bridge.
"King Hanchan of Chu is quelling the demon clan rebellion in Huangliang."
The water flows slowly under the bridge, with some falling bamboo leaves swirling in it from time to time. Mr. Zuyuan, who came from the wind across the land of yellow rice and slowly across the swamp, looked at the bamboo leaves quietly.
Those leaves that are as slender as boats are naturally evergreen.
But it doesn't mean it won't fade away.
The lifespan of the demon race is also long, but that does not mean that they will not die.
There is nothing immortal in this world.
Even stones, over the course of thousands of years, will become so worn that they no longer look like they did in history.
Fang Zhiqiu looked at the bamboo leaves quietly for a long time, then moved his eyes to the flowing water, and continued: "This king, from beginning to end, has always been a subject of Huai'an. So it is not difficult for us to guess, When the stories in the world subside a little, the king will return the power of Huangliang to his majesty in the north."
Yunhu didn't stand there quietly. The gentleman turned his head and looked at Yunhu. It seemed that he was seriously explaining the origin of such a sentence to this scholar who even Cong Ren was amazed by. .
"So although the South is still separated, it is only because the story of the Goddess has not yet ended. Therefore, it is naturally impossible for us to treat the story of Huangliang as a separated human story for a long time. It is still a part of the Dafeng Dynasty. "
"The Xuanxuyuan rebellion was indeed huge. At one time, together with Wu Jia, they pushed the front line to Shanyue Bailu. This was an extremely amazing feat in ancient Chu times. But you have to know that it was established within Huai'an. Under the chaotic situation, civil strife broke out in the demon clan, Cong Ren died, the Human Sword Sect and His Majesty turned against each other, and the Liuyun Sword Sect was deeply involved in the Nineteen Chapters of the World. Even in the north of the mountain and moon, they did not interfere in the human world. War, and the East China Sea Sword Sect has also been in chaos for a long time, and still has no peace. Just talking about the Sword Sect, we have to admit that this land is no longer an existence that Huang Liang can covet. Not to mention the more ancient ones in the north. Those people from the Taoist sect.”
Fang Zhiqiu said calmly: "The failure of Xuansheyuan is only a matter of time."
After Mr. Fengwuyuan said this, he didn't continue talking and just stood quietly on such a small bridge.
Unexpectedly, after a long silence, Yun Hu finally said softly: "So your master's death is only a matter of time."
Fang Zhiqiu turned around and looked at the scholar silently.
How could a scholar not know about such a thing?
Perhaps in March of the human world, at the small building in Tanchun Garden where he learned about Cong Ren's death, he listened with his own ears to the big demon in white with spots like plum blossoms saying, "Let's be an interesting rebel." By the time he did it, the scholar already knew the outcome of everything.
How can a scholar be willing to think about such a thing?
So sometimes, he would rather hold on to unrealistic expectations.
For example, the thousand-year-old Dafeng Dynasty has long been decayed internally - this is often said in the history of Huangliang and Huai'an.
It's just that in that kind of history, there has never been a great human demon who has sat on the throne for a thousand years.
Without the change of imperial power, there may have been hidden dangers, but they were eventually worn away bit by bit in the long life of this emperor.
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "After Master Qing's death, don't rebel again. This is meaningless."
Yunhu turned to look at Fang Zhiqiu and said slowly: "Where are you, sir? Tianxia Academy can also be left to sir."
Fang Zhiqiu said calmly: "Of course I can't do it. The young master's arm bone was stolen under my nose, and I cannot absolve myself of the blame."
Unexpectedly, Yunhu discovered that Mr. Fengwuyuan had a small pendant hanging on his waist, swaying slightly in the wind.
That's a phalanx.
Although he is Mr. Fengmonuin, he has read Ao Niu Five Thousand Words familiarly.
The encounter between Dao Zhiyan and such a person who was truly destined thousands of years ago can naturally bring about many mysterious things.
Yunhu looked at the phalanx in confusion.
He naturally knew what Fang Zhiqiu was thinking.
As Mr. Fengwuyuan, Fang Zhiqiu naturally did not need to be involved in those stories, but he still crossed the swamp and brought the phalanx with him.
"I cannot absolve myself of the blame. I don't know, but the guardians cannot absolve themselves of their responsibility. When those things were stolen from Yaofeng Ancestral Courtyard, there were only two ways in front of me, either to get it back or... ....”
Just like what Yun Huzhi said before, there are no smart people in the world who know everything.
Even if this scholar did think about the death of the Prime Minister, it would only happen sooner or later, but he probably never thought about such a Mr. Zuyuan.
Yunhu really didn't know.
The scholar lowered his head in silence and looked at the fallen leaves and flowing water.
Fang Zhiqiu smiled and said: "This is inevitable. Although those who practice medicine often say that life and death are the major events in the world, but you have to know that there is not only life and death in the world, but there are many things far beyond life and death. For important things. Such as ideas, such as beliefs, such as emotions. It is not a bad idea to sacrifice one's life for righteousness."
Yunhu didn't say anything, he just stood there melancholy for a long time.
Fang Zhiqiu patted him on the shoulder, then smiled slightly and said, "I've been away for a day and am a little tired. Please arrange a place for me."
Unexpectedly, Yunhu turned around at this point, looked at Fang Zhiqiu for a long time, and then said softly: "Sir, you can go to your master's small bamboo garden to rest."
Fang Zhiqiu stood there without moving.
Only then did the scholar react belatedly, only to realize that Qiu had never been to Xuanxuyuan in Nanyi City, so naturally he didn't know where the small bamboo garden was.
Yun Huzhi sighed and said, "Sir, come with me."
The two of them passed through many departments and headed toward the library.
When standing on the bamboo forest path, Fang Zhiqiu stopped, looked towards the library, looked at Yun Hu and asked, "Where is the goddess now?"
Yun Huzi said softly: "Over there at Jingsi Lake, if you want to meet, sir, I will take you there later."
Fang Zhiqiu smiled slightly and said, "No need, the goddess wanted to come but she is very busy now."
Although Mr. Fumonoin is not a cultivator, the finger bones hanging on his waist are trembling constantly, as if being blown by the wind, and as if being blown by the increasingly powerful divine power in such an ancient city. alarming.
...
The young boy was sitting silently in a high alley in the mountain city with his sword on his back.
The bright moon is in the sky, but people may not be still.
The same is true in the human world.
Even in such a complex city, one can still see the light of human magic that seems to be sparse and gorgeous in the distance.
It was not until the night fell that the atmosphere of war gradually calmed down, and there was something gradually calming down in the night wind.
Someone came towards this alley carrying some food.
That was a man named Zhang San.
He is also the owner of the yards in this alley.
At first, Zhang San had been thinking about selling this yard to someone else, but it rained all night and wars ensued. Naturally, it was difficult to sell such a yard in the city of mountains and moons. Without going out, there were even fewer tenants. Zhang San had to lower the rent again and again, and finally got a guest recently.
It was the young man who was said to be a Lingnan sword cultivator.
Zhang San felt that he and this young man were probably very destined.
Because their names are so simple that they are similar.
One is named Lu Xiaoer and the other is named Zhang San.
This is the greatest simplicity.
Zhang San brought the hot rice and dishes to the young boy.
In order to attract some tenants, Zhang San not only lowered the rent, but also provided many additional services, such as helping to boil hot water, providing meals, and helping with errands.
Of course Lu Xiaoer didn't want those messy things, but when he heard that meals could be provided, he actually agreed.
This makes Zhang San feel very strange. As a practitioner, why do you want this least important thing?
But he didn't ask too much. After all, the Taoist master named Chen Qingshan still stayed under the snow eaves every day, eating and drinking.
Zhang San stopped on the steps of the alley and looked at the young man who was sitting there looking up at the moonlight or the mountain fortresses. After looking at it for a while, Zhang San probably really couldn’t figure out what he was looking at, so he didn’t Continuing to read, he just opened the food box in his hand and took out some homely meals inside.
Stir-fried pork with green pepper will always be an indispensable home-cooked dish in the world.
And of course boiled tofu.
Seeing that Lu Xiaoer was too young, Zhang San fried two extra eggs for him and lay on top of the fried pork with green peppers.
The white rice was freshly cooked and served in a large bowl. It was very hot and steaming.
Zhang San took out all the food and handed the chopsticks to Lu Xiaoer.
"Young hero, please eat it while it's hot."
Even when Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao were eating hot pot in Tianqian Town, looking at the misty Lingnan, they felt like a fairyland in another world.
It's just that these human beings probably rarely refer to these sword cultivators as immortals.
After all, we are all just human beings.
A young hero or a young man is probably the most suitable.
Lu Xiaoer came back to his senses, looked at the big white rice handed to him, took it, and said sincerely: "Thank you."
Zhang San is probably much more sincere now than before.
So he said with a smile: "You're welcome. In fact, if it weren't for the current difficulties in Shanyue City, I wouldn't charge you the rent. After all..."
When Zhang San said this, he stopped. He also realized that it was probably inappropriate to talk to such a young man from Lingnan.
But Lu Xiaoer naturally knew what Zhang San wanted to say.
It’s just that Lingnan has paid so much for the world, so how can it be embarrassed to accept money?
The young man was busy cooking rice. Stir-fried pork with green peppers was undoubtedly a great addition to the rice. Adding a bowl of boiled tofu with it would also relieve some of the greasiness.
Although these meals are simple, they are often extremely comforting to eat.
Zhang San probably really put in a lot of effort.
Lu Xiaoer really enjoyed the food.
Zhang San sat aside silently.
After a long time, the man looked at the young boy curiously.
"Those young sword cultivators from Lingnan should have all gone north by now. Why did you come back to Shanyue City?"
Lu Xiaoer ate his meal quietly, remained silent for a while, and said slowly: "I want to come over and take a look."
Zhang San probably misunderstood some of the meaning, and sighed sadly and said: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Although the fighting over there is very fierce and they have to attack the mountain every now and then, those barriers are very strong. , Although the big cultivation places of Liuyun Sword Sect have not participated, there are still many practitioners there. I heard that Huangliang's troops retreated some time ago, and they will definitely not be able to defeat them."
The little boy just put the fried pork with chili peppers into a bowl, mixed it and ate it with big mouthfuls, while responding vaguely.
"Um."
Zhang San didn't say anything else, he just waited quietly for the little boy to finish, and then put away the neatly eaten food boxes.
"Will we still have three meals tomorrow?"
Zhang San stood up with the food box and asked Lu Xiaoer who was sitting there with a sword on his back.
Lu Xiaoer nodded, looked at Zhang San again, and said sincerely: "If possible, you can have more food, and I will pay you more."
Zhang San walked down with a smile and said: "Of course. After all, at your age, you really need to eat more food. Although the vitality of heaven and earth is good, it is definitely not as nutritious as the food in the world. Your Majesty does not allow people to eat too early. It is probably for this reason that I entered the world of spiritual practice. But there is no need to add more money. After all, even if I add an extra jug of good wine to you, I can still make a lot of money."
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "Can I add a bottle of wine?"
"..." Zhang San was suddenly speechless, but he just smiled helplessly and said, "Okay."
Lu Xiaoer probably felt that he was asking too much, so he said very seriously later: "I am a very small drinker. A bottle of wine can last me a long time."
Zhang San probably felt a little more relaxed now, and said with a smile: "No problem."
Lu Xiaoer said nothing more and continued to sit there quietly, looking up at the world.
Even though the terrain of this alley is high enough to see the moonlight flowing in the mountains, there are probably still some things that cannot be seen.
For example, there are some rolling green hills beyond those rising barriers.
Of course nothing is impossible.
Even beyond that, there is a war that has been going on for a long time and is gradually becoming more intense.
Of course, the young boy knew that he was not his young master uncle. He could break through to the rear of the battle line in those monster clan battles with one man and one sword.
When he was in Lingnan, the young man's talent may indeed be very good. After all, in such a place, senior swordsmen like Ting Fengyin could not step into the upper realm in their entire lives.
Simply placing it in the human world is obviously not enough.
The talent is not high enough, the age is not old enough, the swordsmanship is not good enough, and the sword intention is not strong enough.
Therefore, the young man sincerely stayed in Shanyue City for a while, eating a lot of human food and trying to make his body as strong as possible.
Even if you are a practitioner, of course you need your body to support you.
This is naturally the reason why old sword cultivators cannot defeat mature sword cultivators.
Probably only those who follow the witch-ghost-sect will have less influence on the body. After all, their witchcraft and ghost arts are often things that have nothing to do with the body. The posture of the body is just a kind of ritual. sincerity.
Lu Xiaoer sat there for a long time and looked at it carefully for a long time. Although he didn't see anything, the young man still stood up with satisfaction - people are always easy to be satisfied when they have enough to eat and drink, and practitioners are also not satisfied. exception.
The world is in a hurry and Lingnan is in chaos. Such a city in the mountains is still facing an unknown fate.
It's just that the young boy doesn't have much sadness.
Along the way from the East China Sea, those emotions had already been calmed down.
The young boy today probably only has some sincerity in his heart to return to his old place and take a look at the Sword Sect.
Perhaps it's like when a young boy stepped into this mountain city and chose a courtyard in such an alley. The first words he said to the person named Zhang San were, 'I am a Lingnan sword cultivator. I want to Rent a yard to stay for a while.
Zhang San may have thought that the young man wanted to raise the rent cheaper.
But in fact, although the young man had many thoughts in his mind, he did not have such thoughts.
Perhaps he was proud of being a Lingnan sword cultivator.
Perhaps he wanted to tell the world that there were still sword cultivators in Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoer actually remembered the song that Le Chaotian played and sang when he left Lingnan.
I wonder if Lingnan should be good.
But he said, this place of peace of mind is my hometown.
How could Lingnan be so bad?
Lu Xiaoer stood in the alley, his eyes were like a big lake, carrying the moonlight.
Lingnan is always very good.
They are not obscene.
