After Chen He coughed for several days, he finally got better.
Nan Dequ felt that the radishes he had stewed were indispensable.
But Chen He got better, but Nan Dequ seemed to have a fever again.
This sword cultivator has been working in Nanyi City for more than 20 years and has never caught a cold. Until that day when he saw Chen He getting out of the big quilt, holding the stove and going out to look at the excitement outside, Suddenly I felt a little sore all over.
Only then did Nan Dequ realize that he had also caught a cold.
It turns out that no matter how much a practitioner pretends to be a worldly person, he will not be a worldly person after all.
Nan Dequ seemed to be a little slow to realize this truth.
When Chen He turned around, he saw that Nan Dequ had gotten into the big quilt, just like himself, huddled in front of the stove, warming himself by the fire, sweating.
This made Chen He stunned for a while. It was not until he heard Nan Dequ coughing and making pig noises like him that he realized that Nan Dequ had also caught a cold.
But probably the sword cultivator's perseverance is a little tougher.
Although Nan Dequ caught a cold, after warming himself up for a while, he still insisted on going to see the outside of the palace in Jidu.
After all, according to the news heard a few days ago, it is probably today that Beitai will ascend the throne as emperor at Fengxue Chengtiantai in Jidu, and then send his troops to the north to attack Huaidu - even Chen He and Nandequ have heard about it. The movements in Huai'an, the rebellion in the south, and the Huangliang incident have caused the entire distribution of troops in Huai'an to tilt towards the south.
Although Chen He was a little worried that Nan Dequ, who was wrapped in a big quilt, would pass out on the road, he just watched this man coughing and insisting on holding on to the wall to go out. Chen He collapsed Without saying anything else, he cooked a large pot of ginger soup in front of the stove, then put on his hat and earmuffs, then helped Nandequ out the door.
This former human sword cultivator was probably burned to the point of unconsciousness. When he was supported by Chen He and walked on the road, he was still shaking his head and humming, "You are always so, so, so indifferent."
Chen He was completely confused.
"What are you singing?"
"I miss my sword that fell at the foot of Amiji Mountain."
Of course, the thing that is so indifferent doesn't have to be a person, it can be a car or a sword.
Chen He said melancholy: "I asked you to pick it up but you didn't."
"How did I know I would regret it so much in the future?"
Chen He was speechless.
The entire Jidu people were walking in the wind and snow, probably to see the excitement.
Those windy and snowy long streets were extremely crowded, like a frozen river. It was obviously blocked and difficult to navigate, but the water from the upper reaches was still flowing, so it carried countless ice shards across the river with a loud noise. And go.
Chen He sometimes felt like they were going to a temple to pray for Kamigawa.
It's just that there is no pious look on the faces of those people in Jidu, most of them are sneering.
Probably because he wanted to see the young emperor's joke.
In contrast, the novelty on Chen He's face and the blush and confusion on Nan Dequ's face seemed extremely abrupt.
Chen He felt that this was not good, so he bared his teeth and sneered.
Smiling, he felt hands reaching into his neck.
Chen He shrank his neck in fright, turned his head and saw Nandequ picking it out very seriously.
"What are you doing?"
Nan Dequ thought for a while and said, "I'll help you dig out the ice residue."
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Seeing that Chen He didn't understand, Nan Dequ coughed twice, retracted his hand, and pointed at the eaves with ice skates hanging above their heads.
"Didn't an ice skate fall into your neck? Otherwise, why would you look so ferocious?"
"..."
It's a pity that Nan Dequ is not a cute thirty-six-year-old woman who caught a cold, but a man.
Otherwise, this scene probably wouldn't be interesting.
Chen He thought with some regret.
So why did Chen Caomu come out of those love stories without any regrets?
Chen He sighed.
"You're always so, so, so cold."
Chen He also hummed a tune.
Although he couldn't remember where he heard such music.
Just like those things back then - I was a silent passerby leaning against the wall and basking in the sun.
Or women and flowers swaying in the world of mortals.
All kinds of things like that.
Chen He doesn't remember anything, but he can sing.
Sometimes he would sing something that he didn't even understand, such as - every sect would say Deng Lei lying on his stomach in a basin.
But probably now, Chen He still likes this piece of music better, so he supports Nan De Qu and hums it while walking.
"But I am so, so lonely."
...
The Fengxue Tiantai is located to the west of the imperial palace, on top of the Fengxue Mountain that is extremely close to the west end of the human world.
For such a country of wind and snow, one thing that emperors of thousands of years must do in their lives is to be enthroned on the Chengtian Platform.
The entire Jidu came here amid the mist of wind and snow, but also the magnificent and gorgeous colors, stepping on the thick snow.
Those green armors have surrounded the entire snow-capped mountain, leaving only a wide, long path of ice and snow leading toward the top of the mountain.
Beitai will probably be climbed up bit by bit from there.
Then from the hands of the emperor named Lao Chunhan, he took over the symbol of imperial power belonging to this snowy country - a scepter with an ice and snow lotus on top.
Chen He moved to the edge of the crowd, stretched his neck over the wind and snow and the dense crowd of heads in front, trying to see if Beitai had appeared at the foot of the mountain.
Unfortunately, there were so many people, but Chen He didn't see anything.
However, Nan Dequ, who was clamoring to see Beitai's enthronement, quietly leaned under an eaves pillar on a street somewhere in the west of the city, looking at the young man who was poking his head there for a long time.
It took Chen He a long time before he saw Nan Dequ's extremely weird behavior and subconsciously touched his face.
"I don't have peach blossoms on my face, why are you staring at me?"
After listening to Chen He's question, Nan Dequ turned his head, looked at the wind and snow in the world, smiled softly, lowered his head and coughed violently.
"Because I found that I seemed to see your face clearly for the first time."
Nan Dequ coughed and spoke intermittently.
Chen He was stunned for a moment, looking at Nan Dequ who was wrapped in a big quilt and leaning against a pillar, coughing like a fat stick insect, and said strangely: "Could it be that you couldn't see my face clearly in the past? "
Nan Dequ coughed for a long time, stood up straight, looked at Chen He with squinted eyes, and then said softly: "I can see clearly, but sometimes I always have a very strange feeling..."
Nan Dequ frowned as he spoke, and reached out to scratch the itch, but unfortunately he probably couldn't reach the right spot, so the more he scratched, the more uncomfortable he felt, but Nan Dequ's eyes lit up.
"That's it."
Chen He looked at the thirty-six-year-old man in confusion.
"What kind?"
"Tickling."
"..."
Maybe it's just scratching the surface.
Maybe it was scratching through flesh and blood.
Some things are probably really difficult to describe.
So those who look at fate can only sit on the bow of the boat, hold the corners of their clothes and stretch their hands into the wind, saying, "Look, this is our simple description of the concrete destiny."
So Nan Dequ said, I seem to see your face clearly.
The sword cultivator added one last sentence.
"You seem to be really down to earth."
Nan Dequ didn’t know why he felt like this.
Maybe it was because this young man had a cold some time ago and his nose was full of mucus.
Chen He turned his head and said with a soft smile: "If I am not stepping on the earth, am I still stepping on the sky?"
Nan Dequ shrugged, sneezed, and said nothing.
...
The forgotten Zhuang Baiyi woke up at some point and leaned against the door of the small courtyard, where he quietly looked at the suddenly quiet Fengxue Renjian.
People in Jidu all went to the west, so even the wind and snow fell a little.
A Taoist priest walked over silently through the wind and snow.
This Taoist named Jiang Juyu, who broke the legs of Beitai and Nandao, should have appeared on the west side of the city and watched the young man who was pushed here by them to do this in the snowy country. emperor.
But for some reason, he didn't go there, but came here, looking at this man who was picked up from the snow and wind in the mountains by Beitai.
"You look a little sad."
Jiang Juyu stopped in front of the courtyard, looking up at the lantern hanging with ice skates in the wind and snow, and then looking down at this swordsman who was at a very high level, but now he was surrounded by the sound of Buddha.
Although Ami Temple has been dead for nearly a thousand years.
It's just that after all, it was one of the four major cultivation places in the past, and it was as famous as Hangu Guanmo Sword Cliff.
Zhuang Baiyi was naturally seriously injured during the forced landing.
The sword cultivator was holding the sword like the abyss, sitting at the door of the courtyard and coughing softly. He glanced at the Taoist, then turned to look at the wind and snow. To be precise, it was those long snow-covered streets with only footprints left. .
"I suddenly felt worried that things were getting out of control."
Zhuang Baiyi coughed, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and spoke very softly.
Jiang Juyu raised her eyebrows and said slowly: "Why do you think so?"
Zhuang Baiyi leaned on his sword and lowered his head in silence.
After a long time, he slowly said: "People like us sometimes admire such an emperor of Huai'an very much."
Jiang Juyu naturally understood who Zhuang Baiyi was talking about as Emperor Huai'an.
Of course it was not Shenhe, nor Li Asan, but Huai Emperor Ji Wuxu, the former second disciple of Cliff Master Nan Yi.
After Qing Yi left the human world, he single-handedly suppressed the entire human world and opened the door to the Styx for the first time.
Zhuang Baiyi said sadly.
"There is no limit to life, but you dare not go there unless you die, and you dare not come unless you die. Perhaps in a thousand years, these words of Emperor Huai will still be spoken of by the world with all kinds of heroic and generous emotions."
Jiang Juyu said softly: "Yes."
"But I suddenly felt a little scared."
Zhuang Baiyi took a deep breath and spoke word by word.
"Some are afraid that this human world will really become what Emperor Huai wants. He only wants the human world and does not want human habitation."
Jiang Juyu looked back at the extremely lonely wind and snow in the long street she came from, and she understood why Zhuang Baiyi suddenly said such words.
People like them may act decisively.
But it doesn't mean that it can really not be interfered by external objects.
Looking at the prosperity of the world like fire, the overlapping green mountains and the flowing rivers, I will also feel passionate emotions.
Not being happy with things and not being sad with oneself is naturally just a description of the ultimate, as good as water.
Jiang Juyu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Actually, everyone is afraid. But the beginning of some stories is like lighting a torch in the autumn miscanthus. After it burns, there is no turning back."
In the human world today, outside this land of deer croaking and wind and snow, it is naturally autumn.
The Taoist did not talk about heroism, but only about necessity.
Both sometimes look like blazing flames. Both the glyphs and the meanings they represent.
Just as he described it, it was a fire in the miscanthus in autumn.
When it burns, not only the people in the world, but also the people who lit the fire will feel despair.
Zhuang Baiyi didn't say anything, he just quietly held his sword and sat there, looking at the snow all over the ground.
After a long time, this sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect more than 400 years ago raised his head again, looked at Jiang Juyu and said: "How much pity do you have for Beitai's story?"
Jiang Juyu fell silent, and after a long time, she said softly: "Three points. Only three points, no more. Any more, and we will all be shaken."
After all, compared to what Zhuang Baiyi and other high-level practitioners have done, Jiang Zhuyu has always been on earth.
Three hundred thousand green armor, after all, it is naturally the power in the world.
It does not belong to those high-level combat forces.
They might be able to destroy a country like Lu Ming, or they might be able to round up and kill a certain great monk in white.
But they do not have the power to destroy the human world.
Zhuang Baiyi was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "That's true."
Jiang Juyu calmed down, looked at Zhuang Baiyi and said, "Beitai ascended the throne today, do you want to go and see it?"
Zhuang Baiyi said calmly: "I won't go and see it. I have to prepare some things."
Jiang Juyu nodded, turned around and walked away in the direction he came from. When he was about to leave the misty wind and snow, the Taoist suddenly turned around and looked at Zhuang Baiyi for serious confirmation.
"Amiji is really dead?"
Zhuang Baiyi said calmly: "If it doesn't die, then I should die."
With such a fierce attitude, such a sword cultivator opened the mountain gate with his sword and climbed to Fengxue Ancient Temple.
If there really is a inheritance in Ami Temple, it is naturally impossible for him to get out.
Jiang Juyu didn't ask any more questions.
Lu Ming’s story is naturally very simple.
This is a simple place that has nothing to do with the world.
It’s nothing more than a monk, a temple, and an ancient snow capital.
After the Qingtian Taoist left, Zhuang Baiyi sat there for a long time, then looked down at the sword in his hand, and the sword began to whistle softly again.
There are some invisible restraints on this sword cultivator.
That was what remained on him after he arrived at Ami Temple.
Circles and circles bound the sword cultivator there.
But with the soft sound of Ruyuan's Sword, those bonds seemed to be being torn apart.
As a result, the sound of the sword became clearer and clearer.
However, Zhuang Baiyi looked at his sword, raised his hand to his lips, and let out a soft hiss.
"Keep your voice down, Ruyuan."
"That monk has very good ears."
Then Jian Ming gradually became darker.
The sword cultivator named Bai Yi but wearing black robes stood up with his sword and walked slowly in the wind and snow. The sound of something breaking kept coming from the whole long snowy street.
Jian Xiu quietly left Jidu Long Street and walked southwest in the wind and snow, as if he was going to the very edge of the human world.
Although the deer's cry is rarely heard in the human world.
But such a place has characteristics that Huaian and Huangliang do not have.
That is, it is really adjacent to the boundary of the human world.
Then he headed west in Jidu.
In the snowfield at the end of the endless aurora.
So people sometimes say look at the East China Sea and the endless deep ocean, but few people say look at the west of Lu Ming.
The wind is very noisy there.
Therefore, some voices are sometimes difficult to be heard by the world.
...
It is undeniable.
When Beitai, wearing a Taoist robe and holding Bai He's hand, walked out of the wind and snow and walked into the sight of the world, there was an extremely noisy sound.
Even Chen He and Nan Dequ felt that this young man was a little crazy.
Obviously he didn't massacre the city, and he didn't do anything that would make people and gods angry.
But this scene still makes people in the world have similar feelings.
Nan Dequ stared there blankly for a long time. His head, which was a little confused due to the cold, became much clearer under this stimulation.
After a long time, the thirty-six-year-old man said softly: "Beitai has done everything possible."
He was obviously just wearing a Taoist robe.
But it has won such high praise as Nandequ.
Just as Jiang Juyu and the others said at the beginning, wearing Taoist robes and ascending the throne was a great provocation to such a snow-storming Buddha country and to such a majesty of Huaidian.
Chen He watched in amazement as the young man in Fengxueli walked smoothly through the world with his head held high and headed towards Fengxue Chengtiantai. He said softly: "Maybe this is the boy's own boyish madness?"
Nan Dequ turned around and looked at Chen He strangely, because he always felt that Chen He seemed to be singing and saying such a sentence.
But soon, the look of wonder on Chen He's face disappeared, replaced by a kind of great anger.
The young man jumped up and cursed at the young master from the north of Nanyi City who finally started to climb the long steps of the mountain road.
"Damn it, my Tianyan car!"
When Beitai walked through the sea of people with his head held high and his Taoist robe fluttering, Chen He had not yet figured out why the lame man was walking so steadily today.
Until he started climbing the snow-capped mountains.
Chen He finally discovered that Beitai and Bai He were standing in the Tianyan car.
Before Nan Dequ, who was wrapped in a big quilt, could react, Chen He had already pushed forward and squeezed through the crowd.
"Beitai, you bastard, give me my car back!"
There is a strong wind and snow in the world, and the biting wind and snow in the middle of the world are blowing some ice slag under the tip of everyone's nose.
Such a cry among hundreds of thousands of people should not have been heard by Beitai.
But such a young man seemed to have heard it. Standing on the Tianyan car, he suddenly turned around.
...
Beitai did hear it.
Maybe it was because there was an extremely brief pause in the wind and snow at that moment, or maybe it just happened that those words were not suppressed by the breath and wind of the people in Jidu, and floated to Beitai.
The young man looked silently at the tiny man jumping up and down among the crowds on the long street for a long time, then turned back.
This was originally mine.
The young master from the north of Nanyi City said softly.
