At the foot of Qing Yun Hill.
The sky was high and the clouds were light, standing at the foot of the hill and looking up, a stretch of azure blue, a gentle breeze blew over, invigorating one's spirit.
Anan watched for a long while, there was no one around, naturally no one would discover this secluded foot of the hill, there was such a beautiful girl quietly watching the sky. The cool breeze blew over, her shoulder-length hair gently fluttered, brushed past her slightly thin face.
Master ShuiYue's advice before she left, incessantly resounded beside her ears:
"That year from DaoXuan senior brother and Wan senior brother's conversation, we know that the generations of Qing Yun sect head reverend, when they were still conscious, would tell this secret to the next generation of disciples, and the generations of ancestors passed down their will, for the sake of Qing Yun sect's reputation and the world's common people, in order to avoid more killings, when the last resort, the succeeding disciples can kill their teachers … …"
"This time DaoXuan senior brother for some reason, did not tell Xiao YiCai this secret, to me, there are only two reasons, one: DaoXuan senior brother before he made up his mind to tell Xiao YiCai this secret, he was already devoured by the evil spirit of Zhu Xian ancient sword; two, DaoXuan senior brother was confident of his high skills, especially in the fierce battle ten years ago, he used the Zhu Xian sword formation but did not see the evil spirit devouring him, therefore he thought this time he could also withstand it, when the real evil spirit devoured him, it was already too late."
"Just that even though the situation is like this, but we as Qing Yun disciples, no matter what we cannot stay out of it, Tian BuYi disappeared, Su junior sister is in a mess, only I can make this difficult decision. I only hope that everything will end on the mountain, you do not have to participate in it but if they are really discovered at the foot of the mountain, you will also have to do your best to shoulder this great responsibility, Qing Yun generations of ancestors have spirits, will definitely protect you and me, teacher and disciple! "
Anan slowly opened her eyes, breathed deeply.
Turning her head to look, the majestic mountains behind her, tall and straight, the distant mountains rising and falling, steep cliffs towering, everywhere was graceful, everywhere was a scenery.
Towering into the clouds, towering over the world.
It was for Qing Yun!
A faint and warm smile slowly surfaced at the corner of her mouth, this mountain range, was after all the place where she grew up, had her respected teachers, close senior and junior sisters, and also what she once had … … Memories.
She turned around and walked away. Her white clothes were like snow, fluttering in the wind. Heaven and earth were so vast, the blue dome of heaven boundless. Even if she was a peerless beauty, a matchless hero, perhaps she was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
Speaking of which, this was the first time that he had come down from the mountain under the orders of his teacher, but he didn't have a clear place to go. Although he had a heavy responsibility, he did not know where to go to complete this task. Thinking about it, it was a bit ridiculous.
TianYa quietly held in his hand but there was no familiar feeling, it should be said that it had long become a part of his body, the faint blue light, was already withdrawn into the scabbard. A man and a sword walked over leisurely.
Where should I go?
The world was so vast!
Before her was a three-way fork, Lu XueQi stopped, it was not that she did not know the way, among the Qing Yun sect disciples, she was considered the one who went down the mountain more frequently. The flat road in front of her, she had walked on it countless times, it was the most convenient way out of Qing Yun Hill, directly leading to the largest city at the foot of Qing Yun Hill, HeYang City.
And the other fork road, looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, wild grass overgrown, only a section near the fork was faintly visible, looking at it from afar, the further places had long been submerged by the wild grass.
Actually this kind of small mountain path, there were many of them coming down from Qing Yun Hill, many of them were made by the villagers who lived near the foot of Qing Yun Hill, to make a living by going up the mountain to chop firewood or pick wild fruits. There were also many roads, due to various reasons, over the years, it had also become this abandoned.
This road, who knew where it would lead to, and who would remember, who had walked on it before?
Lu XueQi shook her head slightly, smiled bitterly in her heart, ever since she returned from southern border, separated from that person till now, her state of mind, had really changed a lot.
She gently shook her head, wanted to throw away this thought, and was about to walk on the main road again. At this time, from the other end of the main road, villagers in twos and threes, old and young, looking at their clothing, most of them were carrying axes, hemp ropes and carrying poles, seemed like they were the woodcutters from the nearby villages who were going up the mountain to chop firewood.
When they neared, these woodcutters saw Lu XueQi, all of them made way, their faces revealing a respectful expression, Qing Yun sect disciples within the radius of several hundred miles, were already revered by the people, moreover Lu XueQi's peerless beauty, floating like a fairy, made it even more so that no one dared to stare at her.
Lu XueQi stopped, nodded slightly to them, considered returning the greeting and was about to leave, at this moment, suddenly one of the old woodcutters whose hair had already turned white but was still spirited, seemed very enthusiastic, laughed and said, "Miss, you don't know the way?"
Lu XueQi's body paused slightly, stopped, her eyes turned, glanced at that old woodcutters, hesitated for a moment, gently shook her head, just that before she could speak, that enthusiastic old woodcutters had already said, "I know you Qing Yun sect cultivators are powerful, many times you fly here and there, but to talk about the road under your feet, sometimes you are not as familiar as us country people."
The few woodcutters heard it, all laughed, Lu XueQi looked at their kind faces, for some reason her heart suddenly felt warm, the steps that she was about to take, once again stopped.
The old woodcutters laughed and said, "That main road in front of you, it leads to HeYang City in the south, that is the most bustling place within a hundred miles, once you reach there, it will be much easier to go to other places." Speaking, he again pointed to that abandoned path, said, "Don't go that road, many years ago it was also a bustling village but now it is all destroyed, no one is left."
Lu XueQi smiled and said, "I understand, many thanks Sir."
The old woodcutters waved his hand, laughed twice, and continued to walk towards Qing Yun Hill, at the same time a slightly younger woodcutters beside him sighed and said, "Originally there was a temple in that village, heard it was quite efficacious, more than ten years ago my wife and I went there to pray to Bodhisattva and in the end we did have a child, unfortunately it is also gone now."
The old woodcutters nodded and said, "Yes, I also remember, it is really a pity that the temple is gone … …"
Their voices gradually turned low, their figures also gradually disappeared into the forest, in the distant breeze, there seemed to be their cheerful and forthright laughter. Lu XueQi turned around, the smile on her face was still there, for some reason, her mood seemed to be much better.
With a smile, she lifted her head and walked towards the main road.
Her footsteps were originally brisk but for some reason, her footsteps suddenly slowed down, her delicate brows, slightly frowned, deep in her heart, something important seemed to have flashed past but for a moment she did not grasp it.
Deep in her memories, something seemed to be quietly awakening … …
She stood still, quietly and motionless, the scene just now, quickly replayed in her mind, the woodcutters' words, once again resounded:
"Don't go that road, many years ago, it was also a bustling village but now it is all destroyed, there is no one … …"
"Originally there was a temple in that village, I heard that it was very effective … …"
Lu XueQi's whole body suddenly trembled, after a moment, she slowly turned around, once again looked at the path overgrown with weeds, as if it had been submerged in the afterimage of time … …
How many things can change in ten years?
Appearance, mood, or hatred?
No one can understand others, and sometimes, even oneself can't really understand. However, this was the only path that had truly changed.
Because there is no road here.
The dense growth of weeds, year after year, covered the past history, witnessed the ruthlessness of time. Until a lonely white figure quietly approached the dusty place.
In the weeds, you can still vaguely see the ruins, in the breeze blowing in the face, there is no longer the bloody smell of the past, there is only the slightly fresh fragrance of weeds.
Walking past one after another broken doors, looking at the collapsed stone steps and walls covered by moss, those smiles and smiles that she once had in her lifetime, the happiness that she once had, had all dispersed with the wind?
Lu XueQi's face, turned slightly pale, her slender and delicate hands, held TianYa even tighter. In this abandoned village, there seemed to be someone's gaze, quietly watching her.
She even had a feeling that she couldn't breathe.
But she never stopped, quietly walked like that, walked past every house. Once upon a time, who would still remember the people here?
Until, she saw that dilapidated temple.
Different from the surrounding environment, around that dilapidated temple, for some reason, not a single blade of grass grew, saying it was a house, it would be more appropriate to say it was a few pillars, just that on the remaining broken stones on the ground, there was still a vague image of a deity, then she could tell where this used to be.
Lu XueQi slowly walked over.
No weeds, no moss, everything here seemed out of place, not knowing why, even such tenacious weeds, were unwilling to enter this place.
Or could it be that the resentment and grudges, all gathered at this place?
Then in the dead of the night, would there be someone crying and whispering, talking about the past?
Lu XueQi suddenly turned around, not knowing when, her eyes were glistening with tears.
Grasstemple Village!
This was a place that had long been forgotten.
She quietly sat at the corner, motionless, as if quietly listening to something, or perhaps feeling something.
A wind blew over from afar, blowing her black hair, gently fluttering.
The sun rose and set, day and night, day and night, day and night, day and night, the stars changing.
The white clouds in the firmament were like old dogs, disappearing like shooting stars, time like water, in the end it left resolutely, never stopping for anyone.
In the weeds far away, not knowing where the cries of insects were heard, other than the sound of the wind, this was the most lively sound here. Maybe, in another ten years, this place would once again become a flourishing place?
Or perhaps, it would still be the same as before.
Who would care?
Three days, Lu XueQi in this desolate place, quietly sat for three days, the constraints of the world, heavy responsibilities and great responsibilities, but it turned out that only in such a place, there was a place to escape.
Quietly, he would just treat it as indulging himself and hiding.
Just that, she still had to leave.
Her white clothes swayed, quietly came, Lu XueQi's figure, reappeared, left that dilapidated little temple, again walked past the small house doors under the dilapidated walls, for some reason, her gaze seemed to contain a reluctance to part with this place.
In the distant horizon, the clouds floated, indistinctly, like being blown by the wind, a white line quietly streaked across the sky. Lu XueQi took a last look at these houses, turned and left, never looking back again, that white clothes fluttering figure, quietly walked away in the weeds.
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