Chapter 14 Southern Smoke Cloud Lock Late Autumn 14

"Is that all?" The cloud was disappointed and couldn't help complaining. Zhuoma said with infinite melancholy, "After he threw this sentence to me, he continued to make up his bamboo basket. I don't know what his intention was and went home with regret. The next day, he suddenly came to my father and asked a lot about the Hei Miao people and the Hanyu Tower. My father told him all the time.

"After listening to this, he was silent for a long time, took my hand and went to the bamboo forest in the back mountain. That was the first time he took my hand. I was very nervous and didn't know what he wanted to do. When I arrived at the place, to my surprise, he began to teach me how to cut bamboo, how to weave bamboo baskets, and many strange things. Finally, he told me that many annotations of the nirvana scrolls in our people' hands were wrong.

"I didn't seem to understand at that time, but I just nodded. He knew that I didn't understand by looking at my appearance, so he patiently explained to me where there was something wrong and where to reverse the primary and secondary. Finally, he told me that in fact, he had just taught me the principle of making bamboo baskets, which had a lot in common with practice. Only when we achieve the realm of forgetting things will there be a smooth road to practice.

"He stayed in Fenghuangzhai for another three days. Three days later, he left and never came back."

"After he left, I often went to the back mountain alone, went to the bamboo forest where he taught me how to make baskets, and carefully recalled every word he said. For a month, I suddenly became enlightened and understood what he said.

"At that time, my aunt was so hard to guard the cold jade tower that I couldn't bear to see her continue to grow old. At that time, I understood the formula he taught me and planned to replace my aunt after practicing Nirvana. At this time, Jacques, the son of the elders of the clan, came to my house to propose marriage.

Uhan was shocked and said, "Jacques? That's not--" Zhuoma nodded: "Yes, it's that Jacques. Three hundred years ago, he was still a warrior of my Bai Miao clan. Before I secretly learned the Nirvana Scroll, he and he grew up together as a good friend."

Uhan couldn't believe it: "Then how did he become the great wizard of the Black Miao people?" Zhuoma sighed, "I didn't expect that he would look like this. Originally, I had a good relationship with him, but I never thought of being with him, just as a playmate since I was a child. After I fell ill, he went crazy to find someone to treat me, but the doctors who came here were helpless. After my father summoned Miaojiang that whoever could save me could be the son-in-law of Miaozhai, he had a big quarrel with my father, and then left Miaozhai and disappeared.

"After Shengyi came, I completely forgot Jacques, and there was only Shengyi in my heart. Unexpectedly, after Shengyi left, he suddenly returned to Fenghuang Village and sent someone to propose marriage to my father.

"My father asked me what I meant, but I refused without thinking about it. Whether I met Shengyi or not, I couldn't be with him. I never regarded the relationship with him as a man and a woman. Unfortunately, he didn't think so." Zhuoma's face was sad, and her thoughts suddenly flew back to that gloomy afternoon 300 years ago.

Jacques walked angrily into the small courtyard where Zhuoma lived and asked her in a low voice, "Why did you refuse me? We grew up together. I have always liked you so much. In order to cure your illness, I have traveled all over Miaojiang and went deep into 100,000 mountains and died. How can you refuse me? How can you treat my sincerity like this?

Zhuoma stood up and looked at Jacques blankly, at a loss. She has always been the young man in front of her as her playmate and brother, but she never wanted to grow old with this man. She could only be silent about the questioning of the person in front of her.

Seeing that she had been squeaking her mouth and refused to speak, Jacques suddenly sneered: "I know. Aren't you just thinking about the original Han man? He has been walking for so long, and you still think about him. But it's a pity that he can't come back. You'd better die."

Zhuoma's tone was wrong and asked him in surprise: "How are you sure he can't come back? Do you know anything? Tell me, please, tell me quickly."

Jacques didn't say anything with a cold face, just stared at Zhuoma fiercely. After a long time, he suddenly sighed and showed a little tenderness on his face: "You really like him so much. Even if he never comes back, you won't regret it?"

Zoma raised her head, looked at Jacques fearlessly, and said firmly, "I don't regret it."

Jacques's face suddenly changed, and his voice was like a cold and piercing Yan Bing: "Okay, I hope you remember what you said today." Without answering Zhuoma's question, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard and left without looking back.

Late at night seven days later, Jacob, the best warrior of the Baimiao family in Fenghuangzhai, sneaked into the cold jade tower in the Flame Valley. No one knew what had happened in the tower. However, I heard an exclamation from afar. When Wuyuan arrived with the Bai Miao people, he only saw the saint Yunzhu lying there quietly in the hall of the underground palace of Hanyu Tower, with her eyes closed and no breathing.

No one knows what happened. The Wuyuan patriarch took the people and buried the saint with a painful mood. Zhuoma, the daughter of the patriarch, volunteered to take on behalf of her aunt to guard the cold jade tower, so she was respected as a new generation of saints. People didn't even realize that a familiar face was missing from the funeral procession.

A year later, the Black Miao people, who had been silent for more than a hundred years, launched another attack on the Flame Valley, but this time, they had a strange leader. The man they respected as the great wizard did not have the rudeness and barbarism of ordinary black Miao men. He was dressed in a gray robe covering his slender figure, and his black hair and black eyes reflected his pale face. The strong color conflict made him look cold and mysterious.

This powerful, calm and elegant wizard is Jacques, the son of the great elder Gucci, the first warrior of the Bai Miao people who has disappeared for a long time.

Zoma's story is very long. By the time she finished speaking, it would have been three times. Wuhan and Yunduo's eyes flashed and followed the joys and sorrows of the characters in the story. Xiao Chongguang rarely spoke aside, but listened quietly.

This night will be a sleepless night for many people, such as the clouds that have just finished listening to the story. She remembered the story told by her aunt. She was also the original Han Chinese. Will Xiao Yi be the same as the Shen 300 years ago? Will she leave here one day and never come back again?

The days after that are still plain and comfortable. The ** period of the Hanyu Tower has passed, and the Saint Zhuoma has gone out of the customs, so that the Hei Miao people do not dare to harass easily. Chongguang still goes fishing in the bitter water river every day, while Yunduo is still his little follower. Of course, sometimes there will be another naughty Ago.

Xiao Chongguang did not know why Shen Shengyi chose to cut bamboo in the Flame Valley at the beginning. After practicing the forgetting book, he found that there was a hole in the realm inside. Judging from the behavior of the sword god, everyone who trained to sit and forget the book realized that the realm was different, but the realm was different. What kind of thing to choose to do is also very interesting. For example, the sword god's reaction is to constantly cut bamboo and weave rattan baskets and bamboo baskets, and he likes to sit and fish by the water. What he does is very different, but the realm and interest inside are the same, all in order to understand the mysterious road of life between heaven and earth.

He found that the origin of sitting and forgetting the book was also an inadvertent harvest. Saint Zhuoma told him that Shen Shengyi once mentioned that the introductory Taoism he practiced was a Taoist scripture called Sitting and forgetting the book. Although Chongguang did not know the real origin of the sitting and forgetting book, from Luohou's previous narrative and his own practice experience, he The forgotten book obtained from the jade pendant is indeed the true biography of the Sword God.

It seems that Luo Hou is right. The jade pendant inherited from his family does have a lot to do with Shen Shengyi, and he has been lucky several times over the years, and he also wants to thank the legacy of this sword god. I just don't know why the relics of the Sword God will become the family heirloom of the Xiao family. What are the unknown secrets between the two?

For this white seedling girl cloud, his feeling is very subtle. After leaving the Central Plains in despair, he traveled to many places, in fact, to escape and find a place to make him forget the past disputes. In this beautiful and peaceful Miaojiang, he seems to have found this feeling. The comfortable and calm mountain bamboo forest and the hospitable people of Miaojiang have given great comfort to this wanderer who has left his hometown. Among all the beautiful people in Miaojiang, the young, beautiful, lively and simple clouds are undoubtedly the most beautiful bright color.

He is not sure whether he likes each other or not. Maybe he has been lonely for too long, and in a place like Miaojiang, where beautiful scenery can be seen everywhere, the soil in the fields and the mountain wind blowing through the bamboo forest are full of romantic atmosphere, which is too easy to think of. Many times, love is in a specific environment. An illusion of people in a specific atmosphere, the illusion of being deceived.

In fact, the relationship between the two of them is very boring. As Sister Cai Xuan said, Chongguang is a stuffy egg. He never knows how to talk cleverly, and always does his own things with his head. However, Jiang Caixuan's disliked personality has become a treasure here in the clouds. As the daughter of the patriarch, she is beautiful. She has been recognized as a flower in Phoenix Village since she was a child. She has been tired of her endlessly and attentiveness to the boys around her.

So for Xiao Yi, who came from afar, at first glance, she felt that she was different from the man she had known before. Unlike those people he usually meet, he will stay for a long time at a glance. In this man's eyes, there is a vicissitudes of life and a maturity that does not match his age. She can't imagine what kind of ups and downs the other party has experienced, but she is obsessed with this calm and indifferent temperament.

She even took the other party to the holy place of the Baimiao people, which is more sacred than the cold jade tower. At the end of a fork in the entrance of the ancient phoenix nirvana, there were also sycamore trees inhabited by the phoenix. The two are under the tree, looking at the ruins of the Great Holy Phoenix 100,000 years ago.

"Xiao Yi," looking at the heavy light washing A Guo's hands, the cloud suddenly couldn't help shouting at him. Huh?" Chongguang looked back at her and gave her a doubtful nasal voice.

"Do you men in the Central Plains like to leave without saying goodbye? Will you leave inexplicably like the sword god surnamed Shen, and never come back? If you want to go, can you take me with you? Yunduo couldn't help but wonder and asked this question that had troubled him for a long time.

"Fool." Chongguang didn't expect this Miao girl to suddenly ask this question. It seemed that she must have been distressed for a long time, and she was slightly moved. It was rare to take the initiative to reach out her hand and pat the girl's forehead.

"Uncle Xiao, I'm going to play with water." Ago was dishonest and always wanted to jump into the river. The cloud hurriedly interrupted his wild thoughts: "Good boy, autumn is coming, and the river is very cold and will get sick." Turning around and looking at Chongguang, "Xiao Yi, it's getting late. Let's go back."

Chongguang said, "Wait a minute." With his right hand, a few fresh carp jumped out and threw themselves into the bamboo basket he put aside. They were lively and gratifying.

"This time, the fish in sour soup at night has fallen." Chongguang picked up the bamboo basket and strode towards the direction of Fenghuang Village.

"I've always wanted to ask you, why do you throw an empty fishing line in the water when you don't need a hook, and then use your magic power to catch fish when you go home. Then you didn't have to sit on the hook for a long time. Isn't it useless? Yunduo took Ago into his arms and quickly followed him.

"Because of this, at least those fish can suffer less before they die."

"Cut, eat it all, and it's full of false benevolence."

"I want to satisfy my appetite, not to kill. If you can be gentle, just be gentle."

"You are also gentle to fish, who cares?"

"Fish cares."

The two of them quarreled amicably all the way, facing the red sunset in the sky and on their way home. None of them would have thought that the day of parting would come so suddenly.