It was very quiet in the small pavilion in the green mountains in July. The wind that may have come from a distance from the roar of the deer probably didn't have much chill after passing through the mountains, it was just cool and pleasant.
Gu Wenzhi's voice sounded gently in the pavilion, and Zhang Lizi listened attentively.
After a long time, the little girl from Shanyue City breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the master uncle in Guanzhong and bowed sincerely.
"Thank you, uncle."
Gu Wenzhi waved his hand and said softly: "There is nothing to thank you for. After all, this is just telling the truth."
The young Taoist was silent for a while as he spoke, and then continued: "What's more, brothers and sisters should be respectful and filial. This should be a compliment, not something that the world can laugh at."
The relationship between brothers and sisters is probably the biggest joke in the world.
It's understandable that Gu Wenzhi doesn't want to hear such things again.
Zhang Lizi nodded seriously and said, "I know, uncle."
Gu Wenzhi didn't say anything else, but still looked in the direction of Lu Ming as before.
Zhang Lizi also watched for a while, and then asked curiously: "What is uncle looking at?"
Gu Wenzhi turned back, looked at Zhang Lizi, smiled softly, and said, "It's nothing."
Of course, it couldn't be nothing. In fact, Zhang Lizi could tell from the beginning that there seemed to be some solemnity between the uncle's eyebrows.
It's just that Gu Wenzhi doesn't want to say it, so naturally he has some reasons for not wanting to say it.
There are many things that are meaningless to such a little girl who is still in the body.
Zhang Lizi stayed there for a while, and finally stood up, bowed to Gu Wenzhi and left.
But she didn't go far when she saw a man in red clothes on the side of Qingshan Road.
Qingjiao held the sword and stood there quietly.
Zhang Lizi subconsciously glanced back at the road she came from. From that pavilion to here, it was only a few dozen feet away. She didn't know if what she had said to Gu Wenzhi before had ever been reflected in this way. A Donghai sword cultivator listened.
After hesitating for a while, she asked tentatively: "When did you come?"
Qingjiao held her sword and stood quietly in the wind on the mountain road. She glanced at the cautious little girl and then said very calmly: "I can hear you."
This is probably a bit misleading.
But Zhang Lizi also understood that Qingjiao actually guessed what she was thinking, so she directly answered the unspoken question in her heart.
Zhang Lizi was suddenly speechless and cautiously stayed four feet away from Qingjiao - after all, swordsmen's swords are usually three feet long.
Although the Donghai Sword Cultivator later stopped pressing and drawing his sword, at the beginning, his posture in red clothes in the snow still left a deep impression on her.
If she gets really angry, stay away and she'll be more likely to run away.
Zhang Lizi thought seriously.
Qingjiao held her sword in her arms and looked toward Shanting for a long time, then turned around and headed back in the direction she came from.
Zhang Lizi followed behind silently with his head lowered.
I thought Qingjiao wouldn't say anything, but as she was walking, Zhang Lizi heard the very calm voice of this Donghai woman coming from the front.
"Gu... what the real person said is right."
"ah."
Zhang Lizi raised his head in confusion.
Qingjiao stopped in front, turned around, looked at the little girl calmly, and said slowly: "Chen Qingshan is indeed an out-and-out person to me, and I would not be happy if I didn't kill him. But for you, no."
Only then did Zhang Lizi understand what Qingjiao was talking about. The little girl looked at the woman in red in front of her in silence.
It seems she did hear it.
Zhang Lizi thought this way, hesitated a little, and said softly: "But I remember that I was in Shanyue City and on the way to Guanli..."
Qingjiao turned back, continued walking, and said calmly: "I do think it is stupid for you to be Chen Qingshan's disciple, but since you have become his disciple, there is nothing to say. .”
Zhang Lizi walked slowly on the road. Qingjiao was walking a little fast and was already far ahead, more than four feet. The little girl quickly followed after a few steps. She looked at Qingjiao's back and said, "I thought you were too. I feel like it’s impossible to tell what’s right and what’s wrong…”
Before Zhang Lizi finished speaking, he felt an extremely sharp sword intent shuttle across such a mountain road, as if it had fallen into the same place as those human winds, which caused the little girl's cheeks to be slightly cut and painful. . But soon, a gentle wind came from the mountain pavilion, blowing away the sword wind.
Qingjiao stopped there quietly and looked back in the direction of the mountain pavilion - after all, Zhang Lizi is indeed a person who appreciates mountains and rivers.
Therefore, it is probably reasonable for the sword to rise and the wind to rise.
The woman in red silently put the three-inch sword back into its sheath, but her tone was not as calm as before.
"For an uncle like you, right and wrong are probably hard to see clearly."
Qingjiao stood there and said coldly, looking back at Zhang Lizi.
"But not everyone can't explain it clearly. He thinks it's just because Chen Qingshan's mountains and rivers didn't fall on him. If you have a friend who was beaten to death by the river for no reason, even if It is a saint who has come, and this is a heinous and inexcusable thing."
"Since you have chosen to be a disciple of such a Taoist temple, you must understand one thing. Don't use your personal right and wrong to judge the world's right and wrong, and don't use the world's right and wrong to judge your personal right and wrong."
Qingjiao looked deeply at Zhang Lizi, then turned around and continued to move forward.
"That's a stupid thing to do."
"Also, if you want to go out to relax next time, remember to tell me first. I am a sword cultivator and it is not easy to find people in the Taoist sect."
Zhang Lizi stood there for a long time. After a long time, he said softly: "I understand."
...
Qingjiao came to ask Zhang Lizi to go back to cooking.
At least that's what the Donghai sword cultivator said when he returned to Xiaojuqian by the creek.
There was a fish pierced by a sword by the stream. It had stopped jumping around. It was probably the fish that Qingjiao had caught from the stream earlier.
Zhang Lizi walked over and carefully took the fish off the sword, then looked back at Qingjiao, who was sitting by the stream with his sword again, and asked seriously: "What do you want to eat today?"
Qingjiao was indeed thinking about this problem seriously. She squinted her eyes and looked at the clear stream in front of her for a long time, and then said slowly: "Steam it and eat it."
Chen Qingshan doesn't like spicy food, so he often chooses to stew fish in water or steam it.
Zhang Lizi looked at Qingjiao for a long time and was sure that she really wanted to eat all Chen Qingshan's favorite food. This was probably something that left people speechless.
But the little girl didn't say anything. She went to the kitchen with the fish and cooked the rice first, and then started to handle such a fish.
I don't know what she thought of, but the little girl squatting there killing fish suddenly turned back to look at Qingjiao sitting by the stream.
"Why don't you get rid of the fish?"
Qingjiao was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I can't."
A sword cultivator from the East China Sea, a sword cultivator from the Jingtao Sword Sect on the banks of the Tongtian River, finally said that he didn't know how to handle fish, which was probably really surprising.
Although Qingjiao didn't like to talk to Zhang Lizi, she probably felt that such things needed to be explained.
The woman sitting by the stream pressed her sword and said seriously: "My master never lets me do such a thing."
Therefore, no house will be built in Lingnan, and no fish will be killed in Guanli.
Zhang Lizi didn't say anything, but said thoughtfully: "Okay."
After Chen Qingshan left, it was true that no one came here to bully such a little Taoist.
It's just that it's inevitable that it will be a little too quiet.
Zhang Lizi cut open the belly of the fish and said to himself: "When I went out for a walk today, I always felt that something was not right in the atmosphere in the restaurant. It seemed a little nervous. I don't know why. It was like this last time At that time, it seemed that it was still the time when we were fighting with Liuyun Sword Sect."
In fact, the matter between Shanhe Temple and Liuyun Sword Sect had calmed down after a young man visited that Sword Sect.
That Sword Sect still closed the mountain and hid itself in the clouds and mist.
As for those from the He Sect, they returned to the darkness.
But Zhang Lizi naturally didn't know about such a thing, so he said to himself: "Uncle Gu has been staring at the outside of the mountain in a daze today. Do you think something happened in the temple?"
Qingjiao sat by the stream, lowering her head and looking at the stream of water quietly.
In fact, not only Zhang Lizi felt such an atmosphere, but Qingjiao also felt it.
Otherwise, such a Donghai sword cultivator said clearly that as a sword cultivator it was difficult to find someone in the Taoist sect, but he still sincerely found someone near the pavilion.
After a long time, Qingjiao said softly: "It shouldn't be Guanli."
Zhang Lizi took out a handful of fish eggs. Hearing these words, he turned his head curiously, looked at the green peppers by the stream, and asked, "Why?"
Qingjiao said calmly: "Li Shanhe, the master of Shanhe Temple, if something happened in the temple, how could such a Taoist cultivator still have no trace? Your master probably wouldn't go to the East China Sea with such confidence."
Zhang Lizi tilted her head and thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. She lowered her head and looked at the string of fish eggs in her hand, and then at the green pepper.
"Do you eat fish eggs?"
Qingjiao looked back, remained silent for a while, and said, "Eat."
Zhang Lizi said: "I mean grill it and eat it alone, sprinkle with chili, green onion and minced garlic... I wanted to eat it like this before, but I was afraid that my master wouldn't like it..."
Qingjiao didn't know why, but she suddenly remembered the junior brother in the canyon who didn't seem to like spicy food.
Maybe this kind of picture is familiar.
Qingjiao thought silently and said, "That's okay."
Zhang Lizi felt relieved and put the fish eggs aside, planning to bake them while the fish was being steamed.
"So it's unlikely that something will happen in the temple. You don't have to worry too much." Qingjiao continued to talk about what he had just left unfinished. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the pavilion in the mountain like before. He looked at it for a long time. , said slowly: "Zhenren Gu has been looking to the west, maybe something will happen over there at Lu Ming."
Zhang Lizi recalled how Gu Wenzhi had been looking over there before, and said with some curiosity: "What could happen in a place like Luming that is covered with heavy snow all year round? Did the heavy snow collapse the mountain?"
Qingjiao was silent for a while, and then said softly: "I don't know either."
Zhang Lizi said oh, but did not continue to ask, and continued to prepare today's dinner.
...
Perhaps because he spent too long in the pavilion today, Gu Wen only remembered about simmering the medicine later and hurried back to the mountain hall.
The old Taoist had already run to the back of the palace, fried the jar of medicine, and was sitting on the stone steps in front of the palace with a bowl in hand, drinking.
Seeing Gu Wenzhi running back in a hurry, the old Taoist smiled and said, "Are you going to see the snow again today?"
Seeing that the old Taoist was already drinking medicine, Gu Wenzhi slowed down his steps, walked slowly along the stone steps, and sat down next to the old Taoist who unfortunately had the surname Bai, still looking to the west.
It's just that although this mountaintop hall is higher, it's probably in the wrong direction, and the view is not as good as the pavilion on the mountainside. Not to mention the roar of deer, even the distant mountains and snow can't be seen in the dusk.
After looking at it for a long time, Gu Wenzhi withdrew his gaze and said softly: "Three hundred thousand Qingjia entered Luming. Now, if there are no accidents, the entire Luming has probably fallen into Qingjia's hands."
The ordinary soldiers and armors in the world are naturally difficult to match with those green armors.
Even if Gu Wenzhi had not gone to Luming, he could have guessed the continuation of such a story.
Fengxueluming has always been barren, which is probably the reason why Buddhism was able to prosper in such a country alone with the words of Western bliss. This was something that was difficult for both the Sword Sect and the Taoist Sect to achieve.
After all, the concepts held by these two people are meaningless to the people in such a wind and snow land.
If you can watch the decline of autumn and the prosperity of spring with leisurely mind, you can probably think a lot about life.
Therefore, Luming people will pray devoutly and kowtow before moving forward.
In a sense.
If the Huangliang people go to Luming far away, looking at such scenes, they can always think of what they looked like when they paid homage to the gods a long time ago.
...
While drinking the medicine from the bowl, Taoist Bai said calmly: "Unless Ami Temple is really still there, Lu Ming will always fall. This is inevitable."
Gu Wenzhi was silent for a while and said slowly: "Once Luming is lost, the pressure from the west of Huai'an will fall on Shanheguan."
The old Taoist sitting on the side sat in the dusk, looked up at the dusk clouds in the sky, and said with a soft smile: "Shouldn't you think that this is the only chance in this life for Shanhe Temple to cleanse itself of its filth?"
Gu Wenzhi sighed, looked at his master and said seriously: "But compared to washing away the filth, I hope not to see blood and fire on this land."
The old Taoist drank the medicine in the bowl quite proudly. However, despite his boldness, Gu Wenzhi still saw the corners of the Taoist's eyebrows that kept twitching because of the bitter taste of the medicine.
"Now that the matter has come to this, talking about hope and not wanting to, is actually the most useless thing."
The old Taoist handed the medicine bowl to Gu Wenzhi, coughed twice, stood up on the stone steps of the mountain hall, looked at the dusk, and spoke slowly.
"Since your senior brother and the others have pushed the story of the human world here, we can only continue. The torrent is coming, and it cannot be stopped by mere will."
Gu Wenzhi sat there silently, looking at the remaining soup medicine in the bowl that was flowing along the wall of the bowl.
An ant crawled inside at some point. It might have been shaken off from the Taoist robe when the old Taoist stood up.
Even if Gu Wenzhi is also a cultivator of the human world, sometimes when he listens to the rumors of human stories, he may feel like an ant who has been forced to have nowhere to go by the medicine on the wall of the bowl.
After a long time, Gu Wenzhi raised his head and said softly: "I thought that the mountain and river view can be peaceful in a corner."
The old Taoist chuckled softly and said: "It is indeed a corner of An'an, far to the west of Huai'an, and further to the west is the land of Snow. But many winds and rains in the world blow out from here. With the temperament of your senior brothers and others, How could you let go of such a Taoist temple, not to mention your senior brother, who is also the temple’s master..."
Gu Wenzhi frowned, looked at his master, and said in a deep voice: "How is the temple master?"
The old Taoist said sadly: "From the day the temple owner left Shanhe Temple, he will not come back, nor will he care about the affairs of this temple. The survival of Shanhe Temple is Li Shanhe's business. , and it has nothing to do with his joy."
Gu Wenzhi was shocked for a long time by the meaning of the old Taoist's words.
Not only what was revealed in the words, but also about the real name of such a Taoist master, Bai Fengyu's disciple, it was also the choice of such a Taoist.
"I don't quite understand."
Gu Wenzhi was silent for a long time, and then said softly.
The old Taoist stood there quietly and said softly: "I couldn't understand it at first, but when I heard Li Shi's stories, and when I sat here and thought about it for a long time, it was only later that I slowly understood the truth. . It has never been that the temple owner is gone, so I can be the temple owner. If the temple owner is gone, then it is gone. There is no need for the Shanhe Temple to exist. This is because your uncle cannot let go of the incident of Bai Fengyu. He has never established A temporary regulatory place used to intervene in human affairs."
The old Taoist said sadly: "In other words, when the moon is full and the water is full, the world needs mountains and rivers. He is like an angry young man who guards this world like candy. Whoever raises his head over his own power Look at God, he’s going to kill someone.”
The old Taoist said, not knowing what he was thinking of, and smiled sarcastically.
"Guanzong is supposed to be a conservative in Guanzhong, but as a disciple of Guanzong, Li Shi, after meeting a Taoist who also came from Qingtian Dao, felt that your uncle's radical behavior was too much. He was conservative. So no matter whether he raised his head or looked at the sky, as long as you were one foot higher than the world, he would chop off one foot of you."
Gu Wenzhi sat there in silence.
"For a place like this, the path it takes is extreme from the beginning. It may be right, but it will always be extreme."
The old Taoist said softly, but looked towards the north of the world.
"So we want to thank His Majesty."
Gu Wenzhi frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
The old Taoist said calmly: "Lu Ming's story, isn't your Majesty giving Shanheguan a chance to start over?"
Gu Wenzhi finally understood something and suddenly turned back to look to the west of the world.
The wind and snow are invisible, only the twilight is brilliant.
