Comprehensive martial arts pen to punish the world

Green ant new fermented wine, red clay small stove.In the evening, the sky is like snow, and there is nothing to drink.

There is no roiling wine foam like green ants, no sweet and warm rice wine, a small stove, fermented with fermented rice just dug out from under the plum tree, and it is still dyed with the cold fragrance of frosty red plum.The wine is golden yellow, like river water melted with gold, like a lake that has been condensed into the afterglow.

Ximen Chuixue rolled up his sleeves, held a wooden spoon, scooped up the fermented rice, and poured them all into a blue and white ink bowl.Black flowers bloom in the golden river, and the fragrance of wine in the room seems to be the fragrance of fairyland that blooms quietly.Snow scene, new wine, stove, such a winter scene is full of elegance, even Ximen Fuxue, who is always sharp like a sword, is dyed with a bit of cold softness.

"Thank you." Mu Shu looked at the small altar of medicinal wine, which Ximen Chuuxue once said was brewed for her.Smelling the warm and mellow aroma of wine in the air, I couldn't help but frowned and smiled, "I still thought that you didn't want someone to steal your wine and almost smashed your wine cellar. It's been two years, I should have missed it, I didn't expect you to be able to keep it under Mr. Lu's hands."

Ximen Chuuxue tore off a piece of paper from the wine jar expressionlessly. On it was a line of elegant running script, which looked like Ximen Jingyun's handwriting. Below is where my son's wine is stored, please bury this altar of medicinal wine again.

Seeing the handwriting clearly, Mu Shu immediately laughed out loud, and took a sip of the mellow and warm golden wine: "Written by uncle? That's right, no matter how you say it, you can't touch the wine stored by the elders."

"No." Ximen Chuuxue put away the note with a calm expression, "I copied it."

Mu Shu almost sprayed a sip of wine on his clothes.

Ximen Chuuxue obviously didn't care about the image of a cold sword god in her heart, he found every thing that could deceive Lu Xiaofeng novel and interesting, and if he succeeded, he would be proud of it.He is just like the thing in this cup, it is hot in the throat, cool when tasted carefully, bitter at first, sweet aftertaste, but astringent and bland, only after swallowing, there is a slight warmth.

Mu Shu gathered his cloak, held the stove to warm his hands, and admired the snow scene silently for a while, but couldn't help but asked, "You don't plan to fight Dugu Yihe anymore?"

Ximen Chuuxue hummed softly, pulled out his sword, wiped it carefully, and said in a flat tone: "We are not interested in being used as gunmen."

Mu Shu smiled slightly, knowing that Ximen Chuixue's words also meant to explain to Lu Xiaofeng, she knew that Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang and Hua Manlou went down the mountain overnight to find out the truth of the matter.Even though they broke up because of the quarrel before, but in the end Lu Xiaofeng still listened to her opinion and chose to think twice before acting, that's enough.

Although few people understand her concepts and ideas, it is enough that there are always people who are willing to believe her.

"Qiqi came to get into my bed last night." Mu Shu held the wine glass and chuckled, facing Ximen Chuuxue's iceberg face that never melted, she could also say with a bit of teasing, "She said it, although she didn't understand , but you also know a little bit about right and wrong. If you really disregard other things for the sake of brotherly loyalty, she will leave with me."

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at her coldly, but did not speak.Mu Shu subtly taught Zhu Qiqi for so many years, told so many stories, and said so many truths.Although the little girl is innocent and naive, she also knows right from wrong, and as time goes by, she almost trusts Mu Shu's words blindly.

Mu Shu observed Ximen Chuuxue's expression with interest for a while, and found that he couldn't see anything, so he chuckled and said the second half of the sentence: "But she said it later, you are not the kind who can't tell right from wrong. , someone who is wrong and doesn’t want to turn back. So she can’t leave, so she will guard you. Even if you, a fool who can burn barbecue, are really stupid, she will guard you for the rest of her life. Say you finish the fight I get hungry easily, so I have to prepare a table of meals for you to come back, if you don't come back, she will go find you."

Speaking of this, Mu Shu paused slightly, with a slight smile on his lips, and asked softly: "Now you are carrying more than your own life, do you still stick to your previous thinking?"

Ximen Chuuxue once told her that "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening", so Mu Shu has always been worried about Zhu Qiqi, worried that she would have differences with Ximen Chuuxue because of kendo.It is impossible for Ximen Chuuxue to put down his sword, and he is no longer Ximen Chuuxue after putting down the sword. What Mu Shu is most worried about is his consciousness of martyrdom.

Zhu Qiqi said her oath seriously, how similar was she to Ximen Chuuxue at that time?Resolute, indomitable, without regret or regret.Mu Shu was so sad in her heart, she asked Zhu Qiqi, could it be that her life is only love, only Ximen Chuuxue?The family is gone?The life that is as bright as a flower is gone?You must know that her future life will not stop for one person, time will fade all the scars, without love, there will be more things filled in her life.

"I know." Zhu Qiqi smiled at the time, but said sadly, "I told my mother, just like what you once taught me, that my body, hair, body, and skin are all given to me by my mother. I gave up at will. But thinking that maybe there will be no one I like in my future life, just thinking about it, I feel so sad that I want to cry. My mother said I was an idiot, and I knew I was stupid, but you also told me , there are always some people in my life who I can’t let go of—I’m too timid and afraid of pain, it’s too uncomfortable for me to spend my whole life missing someone.”

"That's why, I don't want to wait, and I don't want to say empty words that I believe he will never be defeated—just treat me as willful, bear the burden of two people's lives, and keep him a little bit reluctant."

Mu Shu took another sip of his wine, and seeing that Ximen Chuuxue didn't answer, he said to himself, "I've always thought that you will die every day when you hear about Daoxi. Holy. Then what will Uncle Simon do? He only has one son from you, so he has to bear the pain of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man to him when he grows old?"

"Your way of swordsmanship is indomitable and solitary. The sword comes out without regrets, and it returns with blood. The moment the sword is drawn, one of them is doomed to die. But Ximen, if the swordsmanship cannot be retracted freely, how can it be called that?" Is it the 'law'? And if one day you reached the peak of swordsmanship, all swordsmen who could rival you would die under your sword—how lonely would that be?"

Ximen Chuuxue was slightly taken aback, he was no stranger to discussing Dao, but he was proud in his heart, few swordsmen could be put in his eyes.Now the girl in front of me is not a swordsman, she can't even practice martial arts, but Ximen Chuuxue was really caught - he has never failed in swordsmanship, but he has never felt lonely, because he knows that there are still such people in the world. What a great swordsman.

Cangjian Yeying, Chunyang Li Wangsheng, Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, Dongying Xie Yunliu, and even the sword master and the reclusive master—these insurmountable mountains straddled in front of him, and the long road made him happy. My way is not alone, he once rejoiced that he was born in a world where a hundred schools of thought contend, otherwise how lonely and desolate it would be.

But his current sword is to bury his friends who have shared the way of swordsmanship with him. If it is really difficult to seek defeat, wouldn't it be the saddest thing?

"Uncle Ximen once said, you don't get anything because of your sword, but you keep losing because of your sword." Mu Shu lightly tapped her finger on the table, which was her habitual small movement when thinking, "At that time I I just thought about it, you said that your way of swordsmanship is sincere to people, sincere to the sword, and sincere to the heart. But no—Ximen, you are only sincere to the sword, but never face your own heart. The way you walk is so ruthless , in order to pursue the pinnacle of swordsmanship, cut off one's emotions and desires, but in this world, without these, how can one be called a human being?"

"I always feel that I shouldn't give up something just because I'm dominated by the sword...should...should..."

Mu Shu paused, this kind of concept was too late to guard against, but it caused a storm in Mu Shu's heart.

——The way of ruthlessness, the way of affection.

——Are you a sword servant controlled by the sword, or a sword master who controls the sword?

She thought of Zhu Qiqi, Ximen Jingyun, Ximen Chuuxue, and even her elder brother Ye Ying.Their words were intertwined and intertwined in her mind, but they also engulfed a magnificent and vast sky, like a flame burning in the wilderness, and a chaos exploded in her mind, which made her say no for a while. Speak up.

Her words were originally a momentary emotion, not so much for Ximen Chuuxue to listen to, but rather because she subconsciously began to think about the word kendo with Fusu's thinking.However, as soon as she finished speaking, Ximen Chuuxue got up abruptly, as if she was thinking about something, her eyes were out of focus, her face was cold, her breathing was unstable, and before she even had time to say goodbye, she quickly left.

And Mu Shu stared blankly at the red plums in the snow, the white ones get whiter, the red ones get more colorful, they complement each other, as if they were born this way.

After thinking for a while, she raised her hand and pinched the text input device on her ear that was turned into an earring, and input the story she was thinking into it.

——How difficult is it to write a love story that impresses Ximen Chuuxue?But it is not impossible to write a Tao that moves Ximen Chuuxue.

So, what if you turn love into Tao?

At first glance, it looks like a love story between a man and a woman, but it is actually a collision and entanglement between the path of love and the path of ruthlessness.

The ruthless way is Ximen Chuixue’s loneliness and coldness like the evening snow on thousands of mountains. It is the indifference in the original novel where he cuts off all emotions and desires and cuts off love and friendship; , the courage to face one's own feelings and the truest side of human nature.One cuts off the thread of love, and the other sublimates love. They are harmonious but different, but they set off each other like the red plums in the snow.Just like everything in the world has two sides, but there are three thousand roads and countless small roads. In the end, isn't it a kind of different paths leading to the same goal?

Maybe the ruthless way is long and lonely and cold, maybe the sentient way is short-lived and beautiful, but in itself, this represents the endless cycle of birth and death of all things in the world.

Mu Shu thought over and over again, and finally wrote down the title of the book——

"Winter Plum Snow"

The red plums in the snow are intertwined with plain beauty. Is the plum fragrance dyed by the snow, or is the plum withered by the cold snow?