I practice ruthless way

Yan Wushu went into the store to return the bowl and spoon, but Xiao Man did not wait outside.He turned around and walked into the crowd, walking towards the gradually sinking sunset.

It was the time when the evening drum was beating and smoke was rising everywhere.

In the distance, the curly milky white is scattered in the orange glow, diluting the dazzling magnificence of the clouds in the sky, adding a bit of softness and warmth; nearby, on the street paved with bluestone slabs, there are children returning from school, calling for friends and companions Playing, father and mother stood behind and told them not to forget to go home for dinner after a while.

Everything is peaceful and beautiful.

Xiao Man walked out of this street, followed Mu Yang to another place.

The situation here is different, restaurants and restaurants, everyone is talking about the Guangling Examination, and even a storyteller has completed the arrangement, knocked on the gavel, and loudly talked about his battle with Biebeilou.

He stopped to listen, but it was exaggerated. Except for the beginning and the end, everything else was not very realistic.

Moving on, I suddenly smelled the fragrance of flowers. Looking up, I saw a Sophora japonica tree blooming on the side of the road.

Xiao Man walked over and raised his hand to catch a Sophora japonica flower that was spinning and falling. It was a small flower with plain white petals, and there was a bug in the stamen. Sensing the breath of Xiao Man, he instinctively dared not come out.

He threw the flowers back into the wind.

The time is getting late, from the twilight to the night, the night is like water, the full moon is hanging in the east, surrounded by stars, and the lights on the long street are one after another, winding forward like a bright billow.

People in Guangling City like to set up a night market, with a wide variety of goods and bustling crowds, more lively than in the daytime.While Xiao Man was walking, suddenly, a boxy paper bag hung down in front of him.

This paper bag is hung by a hook, looking up, it is a fishing line, and then a fishing rod.

The other end of the pole was held by Yan Wushu, who sat cross-legged in the wind, smiling at him with bent eyes.

"Please invite our little teacher and uncle to eat Sophora japonica cake." Yan Wushu said in a brisk tone, shaking the fishing rod, and the paper bag dangled left and right in front of Xiao Man's eyes.

Xiao Man bypassed and continued to move forward.

Yan Wushu didn't give up, and also moved forward, sending the Sophora japonica Cake back to Xiao Man's front, and at the same time kept shouting:

"Phoenix Phoenix Phoenix."

"Xiao Man, Xiao Man, Xiao Man."

"Little Martial Uncle, Little Martial Uncle, Little Martial Uncle."

Xiao Man was very annoyed, turned around and stared at him expressionlessly, and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Please eat cake." Yan Wushu said with a smile.

The sweet smell of pastries wafted from the paper bag, shaking under the lights of the long street.Xiao Man glanced over and said, "Thank you for your kindness."

Yan Wushu dragged his tone: "You can't take it lightly."

Xiao Man didn't answer, turned his head and walked to the other side of the street.

The atmosphere of the night market is far from that of the day market. Most of the sales are small items, and most of the food is snacks and supper.Xiao Man walks at a steady pace, passing people of different colors, Yan Wushu is still in the same posture, but he doesn't bother with the Sophora japonica cake, and talks about other things:

"I never found a chance to congratulate you."

"There's nothing to celebrate." Xiao Man replied flatly.

When Yan Wushu heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and there was a bit of pride in his smile: "Now you are the well-deserved No.1 among the younger generation."

Xiao Man said concisely: "It's just a title."

"It's really a little phoenix who is indifferent to fame and wealth, and is not surprised by favor or humiliation." Yan Wushu said with his eyes bent.

They walked through this long street, and when they encountered a fork, Xiao Man chose the direction without blinking.He has never liked to visit this kind of street market with noisy lights, preferring to walk in the dark and narrow streets.

Most of the people living in this kind of street are poor and distressed, and this kind of place is where he was born.

The lamps became scattered, and occasionally an eye appeared behind the dilapidated window, looking curiously and vigilantly at the visitor.Those who could not afford to live in a room huddled in the corner, some of them were wrapped in rotten quilts, and most of them only wore a thin coat to keep out the cold.

A baby was crying for a long time; a woman was yelling and swearing, eloquently.

A barefoot child ran out of nowhere, and there was a series of cursing behind him, as if he had stolen someone's steamed buns.His face was yellow and thin, his limbs were like bamboo sticks, not very strong, he fell suddenly not far from Xiao Man.

Xiao Man looked at the Sophora japonica cake still hanging in front of him, took it off, walked over and handed it to the child.The child gave him a wary look, didn't even say thank you, grabbed the paper bag and ran away.

He had seen too many people like this—he had been one of them, and he didn't show any dissatisfaction on his face.

Yan Wushu caught up with Xiao Man with the fishing rod, this time, a beggar chicken was hanging from the hook.

Meeting an old and faltering homeless man, Xiao Man gave him the chicken.

Yan Wushu hung things on the fishhook in different ways, and Xiao Man wondered if he had ordered all the dishes in a certain restaurant or restaurant.Walking to the end of this street, I couldn't help but ask, "Young boy who spreads money?"

"This is called a good person and a good deed." Yan Wushu corrected seriously.

Xiao Man closed his eyes, raised them again, glanced at the dimly lit street, and said in a low voice, "But it's just a temporary food and clothing."

"It's only a matter of time to be full for a while." Yan Wushu snorted and said, "Maybe some people can't make it through without this meal."

But in a blink of an eye, he changed his tone again, and murmured: "This world is really rotten."

Returning along the way, behind the dilapidated but closed windows, the eyes poking out were a little less vigilant, but also a little more greedy.

Xiao Man didn't care much, or rather, it was expected.

He and Yan Wushu did not choose to hide their bodies, and when they walked out of the street, they suddenly saw a young man rushing out, with surprise in his eyes, and stopped in front of him:

"You—it's you! Gushan Xiaoman!"

Xiao Man recognized him as the young man he saw on the street the day he first arrived in Guangling, with a simple knife, winning 29 consecutive victories.

"Can you accept me as an apprentice?" Pu Dao boy grabbed the corner of Xiao Man's clothes and asked expectantly.

"I don't accept disciples." Xiao Man replied in a low voice, bypassing him and walking forward.

The corner of the plain white clothes that was grabbed by the boy was blown by the wind, rising and falling endlessly.

Yan Wushu didn't follow Xiao Man immediately, he glanced at Pu Dao boy, then cast a glance at the direction where the boy came out, took out a herb from Qiankun ring, said: "Take it to the person who talked to you just now, he will need it."

"Our little uncle's reputation is really great." After catching up with Xiao Man, Yan Wushu said with a faint smile.

Xiao Man ignored it, chose a direction, and prepared to return to Bailuzhou.

"Little Phoenix, how about I build a spiritual spring in Xueyi Peak?" Yan Wushu walked behind Xiao Man, twirling the folding fan with his fingers, "Cultivate it in the plum forest behind the hermitage, it's close to you."

"I see that you really like to see the lotus in Bailuzhou. The lotus is a bit unique. When I left, I asked Shufenglou for some seeds. Let's take them back and plant them... let's plant them in Luoyue Lake. You used to like to plant them in Luoyue Lake. Then practice swords."

"and also……"

He rambled on a lot about the re-planning and transformation of Xueyi Peak.

Xiao Man raised his head and looked at the moon hanging in the sky. There were clouds passing by, but he didn't know whether it was covering his eyes or the moon.

In the dead of night, there are few people on the street, and the forgotten lantern hanging in front of a certain shop flutters in the wind, and the moonlight lights pull out their shadows, which are slanted and long.

But no matter how inclined they are, they never intersect.

I have been wrong for a long time.

Xiao Man turned his head and said to Yan Wushu: "It doesn't have to be like this."

There was a smile on Yan Wushu's face, he froze when he heard the words, then put it away, his eyes focused on Xiao Man: "I was wrong in the past, I won't do that again."

"I won't go back to Xueyi Peak." Xiao Man said.

"Then I will cultivate the Lingquan on Tingyun Peak, plant lotus flowers on Tingyun Peak, and move all the other ones to Tingyun Peak."

"You don't have to try to please me, and you don't have to take care of me."

Xiao Man's tone was always calm, almost emotionless, cooler than the cold moonlight on a spring night.Yan Wushu couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, it was extremely complicated, slightly sour and astringent, revealing a sense of bitterness.

"You still despise me." He pursed his lower lip and said in a low voice.

"It's not disgusting." Xiao Man said.

Isn't this disgusting?No matter what he said or did, Xiao Man's answer was always rejection, with a cold and distant attitude.

But what did he do wrong?Or have you done something wrong?

"I really don't understand. Back then, I only retreated for three months, but when I came out, things were different. Every time you asked me, you either kept silent, or you were perfunctory to me."

Yan Wushu frowned, and took a step towards Xiao Man, "If it was because of Lin Wu, I would have broken ties with him long ago. I didn't think carefully about the one named Meng, but..."

Xiao Man interrupted him, his eyes gradually raised, and he looked at the night sky behind Yan Wushu: "I just want to have nothing to do with you."

Then his eyes fell back, looking back at Yan Wushu's eyes: "It's not appropriate to use words like En Jue Yi Jue between you and me. My life was saved by you. Without you, I would have died more than ten years ago."

"I owe you my life."

"I didn't save you for your life!" Yan Wushu was a little annoyed.

"I don't care about the original intention, I only saw...the result." When he said this, Xiao Man lowered his eyes, lowered his voice, and then raised his voice, saying in a reassuring and affirmative tone: "The relationship between us Fate, I will cut it off."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Man turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia, not even giving Yan Wushu a look.

Yan Wushu clenched his hands under his sleeves into fists, he stood there for a while, chased after him aggressively, and asked, "Did you fall in love with someone else?"

"No." Xiao Man said.

Yan Wushu didn't believe it, so he asked Xiao Man: "The one whose surname is Wei?"

Xiao Man frowned without any trace: "What's the matter with him?"

Simply stop, turn around and look at Yan Wushu again.

He knew the doubts in Yan Wushu's heart, after all, Yan Wushu in this life knew nothing about what he would endure in the future.But he also had all the doubts of Yan Wushu in his heart.

"You can't understand me, and I can't understand you either." Xiao Man's dark eyes fixed on Yan Wushu, his voice was very soft, "You asked me before why I wanted to join you, and I answered, But I didn't ask you back, can you give me an answer now?"

Yan Wushu never expected Xiao Man to ask such a question, and his expression was slightly startled.

A moment of silence spread in the night, stretched into an almost eternity.At this moment, the Dao Heart, which had been calm for a long time, danced wildly like a firefly, and the brilliance swept away, and then went away.

Xiao Man looked into Yan Wushu's eyes, and nodded slowly: "I understand."

He turned around again, but before he could take a step, Yan Wushu grabbed his wrist.

"You don't understand!" Yan Wushu roared, "If I didn't care about you, I would have gone to kill that day's Tao with my sword in the morning, and I wouldn't have taken you back to Gushan at all."

Xiao Man tilted his head, looking at Yan Wushu with a puzzled look.

"I like you." Yan Wushu said seriously, "I was very happy when I heard you promised me."

In the Jokhang Temple that year, the priest of Wudao passed on an oracle from heaven, saying that Xiao Man and Yan Wushu were destined to marry each other.

At that time Yan Wushu hid in the monastery to recuperate his wounds and lived with Xiao Man for a long time, upon hearing this, not only did he not feel disgusted, but he felt a sense of stability.

From then on, he knew that he had this little phoenix in his heart.So I asked Xiao Man if he would go back to Gushan with him and share his nationality with him.

Xiao Man agreed to him.

Xiao Man clearly agreed to him, but he postponed the planned marriage ceremony and went to Ding Yunfeng for ten years without returning.

That's all, even with a cold look, wanting to distance himself from him!

Why do people's hearts change like this?When we meet in the world, why not meet for the first time?

Xiao Man also remembered that year.

At that time, the first autumn leaves fell in the courtyard, he was 19 years old, and fell in love with someone who pulled him out of the darkness.

But what happened later?If you say you like it, it's nothing more than that.The human heart is nothing more than that.

But tonight, the spring night and the moon are good, he is on the long street, there are clearly two people, but it is not as good as Zhiying.

This time it was Xiao Man's turn to be silent.

No, this should not be described as silence, it was a momentary pause, which hit Yan Wushu's heart hard, making his heart sound like a drum beating.

He stared at Xiao Man, without any modification on his plain face, except for a slight blush on his thin lips.

And after the lips parted, he said softly: "But I don't like it enough."

Xiao Man withdrew his hand from his hand, turned around with lowered eyes.

The wind turned strong at this moment, blowing the plain white robe, billowing like a flag in the void, the corners of the robe rising and falling in the night, drawing arcs of light, like flowers blooming.But it is epiphyllum, which blooms suddenly and disappears in a blink of an eye.

Yan Wushu's fingers trembled, and he chased after him: "You said you liked me back then, but what about now?"

Xiao Manwei turned around: "Of course I don't like it anymore."

He stepped into the void step by step, heading towards Bailuzhou against the wind.

The night wind is cool and the clouds are light.

When it first arrived, the lotus leaves in Bailuzhou were just in the beginning, but now they are pavilions. The leaves produced by this lotus are huge, about the width of an adult's arm, and one leaf after another, trying to cover the river.

Occasionally, a fish can be seen in the gap between leaves, but disappears in the water, as fast as an arc.

Xiao Man was still in the clouds, caught off guard by someone hugging him from behind, suddenly lost strength, and fell into the lotus.

"You're lying." Yan Wushu, who hugged Xiao Man, said in a muffled voice.