The clouds and haze at the foot of Qingping Mountain make it look like a fairyland.

At the end of the mountains and fields, there are luxuriant grasses and mist from hundreds of rivers!

Occasionally there are a few chickens crowing and dogs barking, the countryside is deserted and sparsely populated.

It has been harassed by monsters all year round, and bones can be seen everywhere.

The official road marked by chariot shafts was also overgrown with weeds.

The early spring wind blows, apricot blossoms fall, and the air is filled with fragrance. In the countryside where mountains and plains intersect, peach blossoms bloom, and an old man with a bamboo stick stands by the forest and looks out. His eyes are full of vicissitudes, as if he is waiting for the person he misses.

The wife who comes back and cares for each other, or the son who is wandering the world with a sword.

There was the sound of horse hooves on the long official road.

The young man came riding a horse and wielding a sword, his green silk hairband fluttering in the wind.

There was smoke and wind all the way. The young man took off the green gourd from his waist and drank to his heart's content, coughing occasionally.

The old man with the bamboo stick saw the young man getting closer, and then he rode away again.

A long sigh.

The old man could not remember how many years the peach blossoms had been blooming, and how many years he had waited. In that year, he also had a son dressed in white, riding a horse drunk in the spring breeze, and a daughter of a servant girl who headed east all the way to the blue clouds, looking for

Immortal Road, kill all the monsters in the world.

But they never came back.

I don't know if he is still alive.

Or maybe.

They have forgotten this paradise.

Forgot about this home.

The old man with a bamboo stick looked at the peach blossoms in front of the door.

The fields of the gate have been laid waste.

There are not many more spring and autumn days left to wait among the peach blossoms.

The sound of horse hooves that had gone away returned again.

The young man reined in his horse and jumped down. In the warm spring breeze, his face turned a little pale, and he clasped his hands in a salute, modestly and politely:

"Old man, can you sell some wine?"

After the young man asked, he seemed to be unable to suppress the urge to cough, but he couldn't hold it back.

"There is no good wine in the mountains and villages."

The eyes of the old man with the bamboo stick fell on the young man. He was dressed in white. The sheathed wooden sword was very special. The red rope braided sword tassel was floating in the wind. The empty green gourd had the lingering fragrance of wine.

In the wind.

but.

Not as good as the young man's clear and bright eyes.

"Old man, excuse me!"

Gu Yusheng turned around and wanted to leave.

He had been walking on this journey for a long time. These days, he could no longer suppress the cold ghost energy in his body, and it became more and more serious.

"Young man, wait a moment."

The old man with a bamboo stick raised his skinny hand, and his eyes that had been watching for many years could no longer see the light of the world clearly.

He saw the sword spikes woven with red ropes and thought of his daughter, Zhu Xiaoyun'er, whose hair was tied with red ropes.

When he saw the young man's figure, he thought of his son, Zhu Xiaoqing'er, who had angrily left home to practice cultivation.

"There is a jar of aged rice wine."

The old man with the bamboo stick said to the young man.

When Gu Yusheng heard this, his face lit up with joy. His heart was burning at the moment, but his whole body was cold and uncomfortable.

"Thank you, old man."

He took out the money bag from his waist and poured out a few taels of broken silver. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the old man with dotted hair and wrinkles on his temples. He took out a few more taels and handed them to the old man.

The old man with the bamboo stick didn't even look at it. He just walked forward with his bamboo stick, walked slowly to the foot of the peach blossom tree, and tapped the ground with his bamboo stick.

"I remember being buried here by Quanzi and my daughter."

Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment, squatting under the peach blossom tree and digging out an earthen jar bit by bit.

Gu Yusheng coughed violently a few more times.

He eagerly opened the sealed jar, trying to suppress the surging coldness in his body with wine.

The old man with the bamboo stick stretched out a hand, covered the mouth of the jar, and said kindly: "Cold wine is harmful to the body, but old rice wine needs to be warmed."

Gu Yusheng endured his physical discomfort and watched the old man pour out the rice wine and warm it slowly on the clay stove.

Gu Yusheng was invited to sit down in the small courtyard.

At that time, the sun was just right, shining on his face, shining on the old man's vicissitudes of life, and also falling on the deserted vegetables in the countryside.

Gu Yusheng silently put away the money.

He took out a large bag of dry food, opened it little by little, and handed a wheat cake to the old man's hand.

Gu Yusheng lowered his head and chewed silently.

The old man tore off the wheat cake bit by bit, baked it on the clay stove until it was sweet, and then slowly chewed it in his mouth.

The small charcoal in the stove warmed the rice wine.

The old man took out two celadon bowls with a sense of ceremony and filled them for Gu Yusheng.

Gu Yusheng paid a toast to the old man and poured the warm wine into his throat. He felt warm in his stomach and felt a little better. In fact, the wine was hidden in the soil and had lost its original taste, but Gu Yusheng still tasted it.

.

He got up.

Prepare to continue on your way.

These days.

He has killed several waves of disciples from the Four Swords Sect.

He didn't want to hurt the old man.

When the old man with a bamboo stick saw that Gu Yusheng had thrown away a bag of surplus grain, he also understood that the young man was kind-hearted. He said with a kind face: "I am also a mountain man, right?"

Gu Yusheng nodded.

The old man's eyes were full of hope. He stretched out his hand, as if to grab Gu Yusheng's arm, and hurriedly squeezed his bamboo stick. His voice was trembling and he said, "Have you ever heard of Xiao Qing'er, Xiao Yun'er?

Such a name?"

Gu Yusheng was at a loss.

When he entered Qingyun Sect, he didn't know many people.

But.

How should you respond to the elderly?

With his hopeful eyes, Gu Yusheng didn't know how to answer.

Gu Yusheng remained silent.

The old man seemed to have gotten the answer. At that moment, his energy dissipated and he sat down with a sigh.

Like a statue.

Gu Yusheng didn't know how to comfort him, so he walked step by step towards the white horse tied in front of the peach tree.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

He walked quickly to the old man and said: "Old man, I have met Zhu Qing. He is at Qingyun Gate. I have met a beautiful sister named Zhu Yun. She is at Qixiu Fang. I wonder if you know her."

The old man suddenly stood up.

He held Gu Yusheng's hand.

Trembling: "Really?"

Gu Yusheng nodded.

"real."

A little smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Okay, okay, just stay alive."

"No need to wait, no need to wait."
To be continued...