Sword Three: Rain Painting Scroll

"Did you know? That little lunatic from the Valley of the Wicked killed many disciples of the Haoqi League..."

"I also heard that Mo Yu slaughtered a village in a frenzy..."

"Sure enough, it came from the Valley of the Wicked, it has no humanity!"

"What kind of humanity does that little lunatic have? He is..."

Yan Xiaoliu was holding a little snow leopard picked up from the hill behind Lianhua Peak and was about to walk into Tai Chi Square when he heard the disciples inside the gate discussing the battle that had caused a sensation in the entire rivers and lakes a while ago.In that battle, Chunyang also sent his disciples to the front line to support the Haoqi League.He has two nephews who have a good relationship with him, one is Chen Yuan and the other is Yan Han.Yan Xiaoliu asked them about the details of that battle, and also learned some news about Mo Yu from them.

Speaking of it, many people may not believe that he, one of the seven sons of Chunyang, a disciple of Shangguan Boyu, is actually friends with the wicked little lunatic Mo Yu.The memory related to Mo Yu in his mind was not a false memory that popped up for no reason.Yan Xiaoliu still remembers when and where he met Mo Yu for the first time, what happened to them in the cultivation world, and even more so, the days in Fenghua Valley.

Those experiences were real, he knew it.

Yan Xiaoliu is responsible for the cultivation base, and the cultivation base of the Jin Danqi Danxiu can be said to be very powerful in the human world.But he, Yan Xiaoliu, has no interest in the secondary ideal of dominating the world. He likes alchemy and laziness. No one in Chunyang Palace except his master Shangguan Boyu knows that he has such a high level of cultivation.

After stroking Little Snow Leopard's head, Yan Xiaoliu slowly retreated to the corner, and then heard a female disciple say: "Senior Brother Chen Yuan said that he also met Mu Xuanying from Haoqi League! He looks very handsome, I wonder if he will come to Chunyang Palace."

"Little junior sister, don't you know? That Mu Xuanying and Mo Yu from the Valley of the Wicked seem to know each other, and they were close friends before! Who knows if the last few times the Haoqi League was unable to attack the Valley of the Wicked because he... "The male disciple's voice gradually became farther and farther away.

Under the eaves, Yan Xiaoliu remembered the days when he, Mo Yu and Mo Xi were practicing in the cultivation world.Originally, he was going to buy some alchemy materials for his master, but unexpectedly met Mo Yu and Mo Xi.It may be accidental to meet them, but the days with them are not accidental, but inevitable.For him, Yan Xiaoliu, those days, that experience, and the people he knew at that time were all things he didn't want to forget.

To this day, Yan Xiaoliu still remembers that early morning, Mo Yu was wearing a blue dress that was quite different from the usual one, standing under the eaves of the verandah, leaning against the pillar with his back, arms folded in front of his chest, eyes staring ahead, with a smile on his lips. Shallow arc.And Mo Xi sat on the towering tree in the yard, on a thick branch protruding horizontally.In a crescent-colored dress, her long hair is half-up and loose, and she is casual and unrestrained. She is holding a bamboo slip in her hand and is looking at it intently.After so many years, it is still a little sad to think of the old man again.Those people, those things all disappeared after that day, completely without leaving a trace.

The sky is so blue that it has just snowed, and there is a kind of beauty of the first sunshine after snow.Yan Xiaoliu felt that his eyes were a little dry, he closed them, and something slipped from the eye sockets and landed on the little snow leopard's fluffy head.The little snow leopard has black and white spots, and it looks like a kitten just after it was born. With its head raised, it crawled up, stretched out its tongue and licked Yan Xiaoliu's wet cheeks unconsciously, comforting him in its own way .

"...I'm fine, Baidan." Patting Little Snow Leopard on the head, Yan Xiaoliu raised his hand to wipe off the water stains on his face, turned around and walked towards Laojun Palace from the side path.

Everything in the past really seemed like water without a trace, leaving nothing behind.

Only that memory remains, leaving nothing but sadness.

It was a time of war, and since An Lushan and Shi Siming rebelled, the whole world has been in chaos.Qi Jin and some of his disciples went to the front line, ready to serve the country, while other sects also sent their disciples to the front line to support.For a moment, the whole Chunyang Palace became deserted, even his master Shangguan Boyu stopped laughing.

Looking at Shangguan Boyu's aging face, Yan Xiaoliu packed his bags that night, left a letter and went down the mountain.Today, he is no longer an ordinary mortal, and those with cultivation bases are not allowed to get involved in mortal battles. This is an iron rule that no one can break, including him.Since he can't go to the front line to contribute his strength, then he will travel around the world and use his own way to act chivalrously and defend his family and country.

Yan Xiaoliu went to Chang'an for the first stop, and Chang'an's refugee alley really needed someone like him.There are too many refugees out there who need their protection.Every day, he and several disciples from Wanhua Valley went to look after the refugees in the refugee alley.Most of them came from other places. They thought they could see hope when they came to Chang'an. Unexpectedly, Chang'an was the place of real despair.

This has long been the boundary of Anlu Mountain.

After staying in Refuge Lane for three months, Yan Xiaoliu left with the sword on his back and went to Fenghua Valley.He has been afraid to go to this place, and his heart is full of uneasiness. He is looking forward to seeing those people again, but also hoping not to see them, for fear that the bamboo basket will be empty.

Fenghua Valley is also in war, and there are a lot of refugees coming and going.On the way, Yan Xiaoliu saw a Spike soldier insulting a woman, drew his sword and killed the Spike soldier without saying a word, and saved the woman.After the woman was rescued, she quickly knelt down to thank her in tears.Yan Xiaoliu helped the woman up, sent her to the nearby Tang army camp, handed her over to a Chunyang disciple, and left for Ziyuan Mountain.

Yan Xiaoliu himself didn't know what to do in Ziyuan Mountain, but subconsciously wanted to visit this place.Before, I heard from Mo Yu that this was the place where he and Mo Xi first met.After going up Ziyuan Mountain and coming to that cliff, Yan Xiaoliu couldn't help showing a wry smile as he looked at the smog at the bottom of the cliff.

There is not the slightest fluctuation of the enchantment here, and the other world that was once hidden in this place probably does not exist at all.His lips trembled a little, Yan Xiaoliu took a deep breath, suppressing the boredom in his heart.

"Yan...Xiao Liu?" A familiar voice came from behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a woman named Yanyue standing behind him in a black robe.

"Miss... Miss Yueyue?" Yan Xiaoliu was stunned when he first saw Yanyue. He had imagined many scenes when they met again, but unexpectedly it was like this. "You, wait, wait, you still know me?"

Yan Yue looked at Yan Xiaoliu with an idiot expression, and said, "I don't know you, so I will call you by your name?" To be honest, when he was called just now, Yan Yue was in a nervous mood.

Yan Xiaoliu: "..." The words were so reasonable that he couldn't refute them.

Yan Yue was a little happy to see Yan Xiaoliu. "Let's go, I'll take you to meet other people, but many of them are gone." What Yan Yue said was no longer death or departure, but non-existence.

"Yeah." Nodding, Yan Xiaoliu understood.

Following Yan Yue, passing through an invisible barrier, Yan Xiaoliu could see the familiar Fenghua Valley.This place is still exactly the same as in memory, but things are different, and many people are no longer there.Such as Junye, such as Tongban, such as Bairui, such as Songsong and others.

Duke Ying held Li'er's hand and was talking to a young man. The young man was none other than the Third Prince Nezha.Nezha didn't lose his memory of that time either. Now he likes to go down to Fenghua Valley the most. Even if Mo Xi doesn't exist, this Fenghua Valley is not a place where others can bully if they want to.With him, Yang Jian, Yanyue, Qing Ziling and others from all walks of life guarding him, who would dare to bully him?

Seeing Yanyue bringing Yan Xiaoliu over, Li'er happily threw off Duke Ying's hand and rushed towards Yan Xiaoliu.Subconsciously opened his arms, Yan Xiaoliu caught the leaping Li'er, his bewildered expression gradually faded, revealing a happy smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Li'er." Hugging Li'er and turning around in circles, Yan Xiaoliu was very happy, as if he hadn't been this happy for a long time.

Nezha put his arms around his chest, stared at Yan Xiaoliu unkindly, and said, "Tsk, this kid actually remembers."

Duke Ying smiled kindly, and said: "My lord helped him cultivate to the golden core stage back then. This fate is hard to break, just like us."

Nezha snorted, and said, "Is Li'er on such a good relationship with him?"

Duke Ying laughed and said, "It's not bad. When Xiao Liu lived in Fenghua Valley, he would always take Li'er and run around with the minibus."

Nezha curled his lips, feeling even more upset.

For Yan Xiaoliu, he was very happy to see everyone in Fenghua Valley again, even if not all of them.That night, he happily returned to the place where he lived before, and excitedly discussed with the minibus what happened over the years.

"By the way, I don't know how my little uncle is doing now." I don't know who said that.

This sentence instantly depresses the atmosphere present. After all, whether it is the young uncle or Mo Xi, it is now an indelible pain in their hearts.A pain that can only exist in memory.

"I'd rather he didn't remember." Yan Xiaoliu said flatly, "Miss Mo doesn't exist in this world anymore. Remembering will only add to the pain. It's better to forget it and start over."

Tantai closed his eyes, and said: "That's right, it's not a good thing to remember, but it seems to be a bit of a loss if you don't remember it, anyway, it's not a good thing."

Remember it or not, the pain is there.

Those who are gone will never come back, they can only miss them.

Yan Xiaoliu stayed in Fenghua Valley for a long time, and went out a few times in the middle and came back again. During the period, he wrote back to Chunyang Palace to reassure Shangguan Boyu.

After the Anshi Rebellion ended, Yan Xiaoliu had never seen Mo Yu.

Until one day ten years later, when he was passing through Kunlun with the rebuilt fluorescent fire on his back, he saw a tall and straight figure from a distance in Changlefang.

The back is as vigorous as a pine, the long hair is not tied, and the light blue strong suit is very familiar.

Staring at the back, Yan Xiaoliu felt in a trance that he had returned to that day of that year.

That figure turned his face slightly, talking to the young man beside him, that beautiful curve and perfect face coincided with the young man named Mo Yu in Yan Xiaoliu's memory.

Pursing her lips tightly, Yan Xiaoliu looked up at the sky in Kunlun.

The sky is blue and the clouds are white.

That's fine now.

Goodbye, little madman...