[Original God_Zhong Li's personal orientation] Changhe

Green willows and stone bridges, with lanterns and umbrellas under the evening rain.

The man with the sword on his back asked frivolously: "There is a guest watching the rain up there, can you and I fight somewhere else?" The big sword has no sheath, and the spine of the sword slid down very quickly when the rain fell.What made others see was not that the good sword was emitting a dim light, but that there was a dull God's Eye hanging on his waist.

The Pingqiao made by Mashi has no name, but it’s okay, anyway, it will have a new name after hundreds of years.

The man with the sword stands at the left bridge, and his enemy stands at the right bridge.

In the middle of the bridge there is a person, an umbrella and a lamp, but nothing else.He just stood like this, looking at the flowing water from the bridge, even if it happened next to him, other people's rivers and lakes had nothing to do with him, even if he was standing between two swordsmen and swordsmen who were at war.The black-robed man holding the umbrella lifted the umbrella up slightly, he was a guy with pure golden eyes, he didn't look at people when he lifted the umbrella, he was looking at the rain.

The Chou family didn't respond to the swordsman, but rushed forward with his sword in hand, stepping on the puddles on the bridge and crushing a pool of sun hanging down to the west.

"Hey..." The swordsman started, leaned on the black robed man's shoulder for strength, drew his sword and looked straight ahead, and said suddenly, "My name is Gu Hua, um, I should be a swordsman."

The man in black robe frowned, he could smell alcohol on this swordsman.

On the last day of August, the old man came to the Hall of Rebirth, holding a bag full of Mora in his hand, and a long cloth bag hanging on his back.According to the rules, he tore a plain white piece of paper and put it on the case, which meant that he wanted to do nothing.If the guest takes the gold leaf, it means "gold and silver".

Hall Master Hu was taking care of the long incense sticks, grabbed four or five sticks, and looked at the white paper. She stood behind the counter and asked, "Whose funeral is this for?"

The old man replied: "Osmanthus alley over there to Huyan, the penultimate one."

Osmanthus Alley is a small alley in Liyue. It got its name because there are two old osmanthus trees at the entrance of the alley.

Master Hu put the incense into the incense box, understood the address of the guest, and asked, "Who is it at home?"

The old man replied: "Myself."

"Is that so..." When she tilted her head, the plum blossoms on her hat trembled twice, "Is there any good place for the guests?"

Hu Tao does not shy away from talking about life and death, which is a journey that must be experienced in life.However, there are not many people who come to prepare for the funeral in person.

Not many...there are some.

So you have to ask carefully where you are, where you are going, whether there is no one at home, but you need to pay incense for him for a few years or something.

The old man who answered smoothly just now did not know what to answer.

After a while, he replied: "I don't know. But I heard that there is a knowledgeable and talented guest minister in the Hall of Rebirth. He wants to come to Fengshui Kanyu, and he knows a little bit about medicine, divination and astrology. I want to ask his opinion."

The old man saw the young hall master Hu let out an "ah", and then he got short, and there was a "pop", and it turned out that he was standing on the small bench behind the counter just now.She jumped up and down, as if she didn't feel any pain from falling, she quickly ran to the back hall, and after a few minutes, she pulled a man over.

The man with golden eyes asked, "Old man, what are you going to bury?"

Hu Tao continued, "I just asked the old man, and he said he needs to prepare for his own affairs."

Ke Qing from Xiangsheng Hall relaxed her eyebrows, and opened her palms, which meant to tell Hu Tao not to speak.The little hall master was not annoyed, he grinned and said nothing, anyway, the hall master of the previous generation had already told him to listen carefully to Mr. Zhongli's words.So she shut up and stood behind him to watch Zhongli negotiate with the old man.

The old man smiled at Hu Tao, he really liked this kind of lively child.He raised his finger to his cheek.

"On the face." Ke Qing turned her head and looked at the little hall master.

Hu Tao hurriedly rubbed her fingers, and saw that her fingertips were black, probably because they were stained with incense ash when she just got off the counter.

While Zhongli was wiping the child's face, the old man replied, "I also have...a sword."

"A sword called Yucai... no, a sword without a name."

This long sword has no sheath, but the swordsman draws the sword back into the sheath, with his thumb sticking weakly on the back of the blade, licking the blood, rain, and long river water stained by the blade.

The man standing in the middle of the bridge did not move, he was still watching the rain.Three inches from his feet, a sword mark ran from the left side of the bridge to the right side.

The body of the swordsman who died tragically in the sword force was laid across the bridge.The swordsman named "Gu Hua" threw the corpse into the water and clapped his hands to finish.

Gu Hua said "Ouch", and said to the man in black robe holding the umbrella: "It's raining so much, I don't have an umbrella, what should I do if I catch the wind and cold, why not borrow half of my umbrella?" Obvious.

The square lamp in the man's hand gave off a soft light, embellishing the man's eyes with golden eyes.What was hanging around his waist was not a jade pendant like the usual son-in-law, but a jade pendant.The man didn't answer, so Gu Hua leaned under his umbrella, pretending to be watching the rain, shaking his head and yelling, "Sprinkle the river in the rain to Xiaoxiao in the evening".The reason why it is half a sentence... is because when Gu Hua was chanting the poem, he looked at the man carefully, and saw a wet spot on the other's shoulder that he pressed with his strength just now, and he felt a little guilty.The swordsman was drenched all over, and he was still squeezed under an umbrella with others. When he saw the other party looking at him, he grinned, completely unable to see that it was the one who just sacrificed his sword on the bridge to kill the enemy.

Then the man in black raised the corners of his mouth and said the first sentence to him: "It's winter now, and this is your poem describing autumn rain." There was no fear, no smile, and no anger in the words, just An empty sentence, nothing.

Gu Hua opened his mouth and said, "I haven't read so many books, so I know I'm praising the rain."

He drilled under the umbrella again and asked, "Where are you going?"

The black-robed man lifted up the square lantern and walked in a different direction. His eyes fixedly glanced at Gu Hua, as if he could read people's hearts, and replied, "Just like you, I'm going to Liyue." The feet lifted and fell, and the wet spot on the shoulders dried in an instant.

The swordsman followed quickly, wiped off the rain on his face, and said in a sad voice: "Slow down, let me avoid the rain. Also... I don't call Liyue, I'm going back, back, Do you understand? Ah, I shouldn't listen to that old man's words, what three bowls don't pass Hong Kong, what kind of wine glutinous rice balls, am I doing well?"

They started from the left side of the bridge, and behind them, the sword mark was already filled with rainwater.The willows on the bank have no branches and leaves in winter, and the river is low and flowing slowly.

The old man said he would bury himself and a sword.

The Ke Qing from Xiangshengtang didn't have any doubts, just propped his chin with one hand, and said in thought: "The golden sharp thing... um... I have also heard of the Yucai sword. It is said that it was owned by that Gu Hua." A sword that has been made before. Such a weapon with a great wish, not to mention the original owner is not vulgar, if there is no good place to bury it, it will ruin the feng shui. You really need to think about it."

These praise-like words amused the old man, he laughed and said: "Gu Hua... I haven't heard of it in Liyue for a long time."

"Whether it's the old Guhua Tuan, the old Guhuatang, or even the current Guhua Sect, it's gone..." He sighed, showing a smile uglier than crying, "It's gone."

Hall Master Hu wiped his face clean, put his hands on his hips, and said, "It's better to put the sword here, and the Xiangsheng Hall will manage it for you! Anyway, Qianyan creations such as Qianyan and Qianyan Epee are also in our Xiangsheng Hall. ah."

It was not the old man who answered her words, but Ke Qing.Mr. Zhongli said seriously: "The reason why Qianyan's creations are placed in the Hall of Rebirth is because they are weapons used by those people in the past, during the Liyue turmoil. These are weapons preserved in the war. Because one day, there will be another big demon invading the sea, and evil dragons will come to occupy the mountains again, so that people can take up weapons to fight against it."

"What if..." Hu Tao repeated, looking at the sunny outside, muttering, "My grandfather never said that those weapons will be used again."

The old man calmed down and answered the words: "But this sword is different. It is the last thing handed down from the Guhua Sect. The Guhua Sect has fallen to the point where it is now... When I was young, I also wanted to revitalize the sect, but I couldn't do it in martial arts. I have achieved something in the world. Probably, I am the last head of the Guhua Sect."

"This sword... will never be used again."

Ke Qing took two steps towards the door, as if he had decided on something, pushed the door open, and the autumn wind blowing the apricot leaves fell on his shoulders.

He raised his hand and brushed off the fallen leaves, then turned around and said, "Why don't you just walk around, maybe you can find a good place?"

The old man was slightly stunned, and then laughed a few times: "Should I, a dying person, choose? Mr. Zhongli is really a wonderful person."

Zhong Li raised his eyebrows, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, and said: "Of course the guest's own opinion is also a very important part, and I will also express my opinion on the sidelines."

"That's good, that's good," the old man lifted the long cloth on his back, "When I was young, I traveled in the land of Liyue, doing justice with a gun, and using a sword to the end of the world. The glaciers, the green hills and clouds outside the mountains; I see the setting sun sinking to the Tianheng Mountains, the rock whales sailing through the sea of ​​clouds and mist, and the thousands of feet covered with cracks."

"Now that I am old, is the scene I see different...?"

He said frankly: "If I die on the way, then bury me on the spot, it's fate."

"Where is this sword?" Zhongli asked him.

The old man exhaled and paused, "I would like to hand it over to the Pastoral Hall... Thinking about it this way, it is an honor for Yucai to be placed together with the weapons that have defeated demon gods in the past."

"What should be engraved on the tombstone?" Zhong Li asked again.

The swordsman never leaves his body. According to his own words, "This sword is my life."Now in the bright place, I can see that this great sword has no edge and emits dim light.Thinking back to the swordsman's swing on the Pingqiao, it was purely like crushing the enemy with his aura, but the sword aura could not be faked, instead it showed its sharpness, and wiped a long line on the Pingqiao.

Even if he couldn't see it clearly under this cover, Emperor Yanwang would admit that this swordsman is a rare "good jade" among human beings.

He waved his chopsticks, and the imposing chivalrous man talked about his past from Qingcezhuang to Liyue.Even if this table is just an ordinary wooden table, but only three feet in size, he can't wait to show his demeanor.

The black-robed man sitting opposite Gu Hua lowered his eyes, took a sip of the delicious hot soup, and said, "You can't talk about food." After watching the night rain and the long river, and walking the Pingqiao trail, it happened to be this new moon. When the seat reserved by Xuan became vacant, Zhong Li pinched it just right.

The chattering swordsman was immediately pressed to rest, shut up and started to plan rice.Who told this meal to be a treat for the guest opposite?It's all his fault that he came out this time and scattered all the money from killing demons to help the poor.He thought sadly of how many moras he had left in his pocket, the food at Xinyuexuan was so precious, all he ate was gold.

This tranquility didn't last long, after the waiter brought Zhongli the tea he wanted to drink.

Gu Hua cooked the meal and asked, "Drinking tea in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to sleep?"

Lord Yan looked at the vegetable leaves hanging from the corner of his mouth, with a calm expression on his face, he asked and answered: "Sleep is not important to me."

The other party hiccupped and continued: "I think we are destined, why don't you take me in tonight? When I make money, I will reward you."

"Hey, don't rush to reject me," Gu Hua raised a hand, "I just found out that you are not easy on the bridge. I used so much strength to press on your shoulder, but you didn't even have a step It was moved, I still looked at it, and it really didn’t move at all.”

The swordsman has a carefree temper but a careful heart. He pointed his finger at the opponent's shoulder and said, "Look, it's completely dry." Then he wiped his coat hanging on the rack with his other hand, but it was still wet.

"Sigh... you are not a legendary fairy, are you?"

"No, I won't take you in, remember to pay back the money." Zhong Li said.

"You look like a rock!" The swordsman pretended to cry twice, "Look how miserable I am, just take me in for a night, and tomorrow I will go to kill demons and slay demons, and I will pay you back the money I make."

Zhong Li looked at him with a steady tone: "I know you, Gu Hua, that famous knight. You saved so many people, why don't you go to those people's houses to spend the night, it's a very simple thing, right?"

The number of people who have obtained the God's Eye is very small, and most of them have become adventurers.The Liyue Seven Stars also issued rewards, most of which were small remnants for adventurers to clean up.So there are even fewer chivalrous men like Gu Hua, most of them hold the chivalrous heart in the storybook, and there are very few people who can persevere.

"My chivalry is what I want to do, and I don't want them to repay the favor." Gu Hua touched the eyes of God on his waist, "I once said that there are too many injustices in this world. This is also the reason why I wield my sword. When I see people who suffer injustice, they can get the compensation they deserve. When they see people who oppress others, they can get the punishment they deserve. All these, just like Lord Yan once said on this land A contract is the same as fairness... But Lord Yan is a god, and the god is too busy. So those of us who have chivalry in our hearts, we have to take care of it, and we can't leave everything to Lord Yan."

Now that Liyue is under construction and the port is just starting up, Emperor Yan Wang has appointed immortals to guard the place. Of course, it is more about clearing away the remnants of the demon god.The chivalrous spirit, walking among the high mountains and beautiful waters, has also eliminated harm for the people many times.Moreover, Gu Hua's reputation is not all about saving people from those monsters, he really does help others.Many people say that he is the kind of hero in the scriptures.

Hero, hey...how majestic.

Gu Hua brought up a nonsense matter, and heard Zhongli repeat others' praise for him, he didn't care, repeated it, and smiled.

The Emperor Rock King looked at the God's Eye.

Gu Hua said: "Actually, I haven't finished talking. Not only does it mean becoming a hero... I actually think that one day, I can drink the first altar of Yingchun wine in early spring with my real friends, and watch the best wines in the world. I am satisfied with a good view." The eyes of gods shimmered in his hand.

The night of Liyue has come, and everything is silent, not even the sound of insects in winter.

Pingqiao experienced wind and rain, and the original stone lions on the bridge also lost their appearance.

A child was held by his parents and walked on the long traces of the Mashi Bridge, stepping on the traces step by step.

Father and mother are holding oil-paper umbrellas in their hands, and a few lines are painted on the umbrellas, which are the mountains and rivers of Liyue.The child couldn't bear his temper, and jumped up and down, and the willows without green leaves in autumn were reflected in the rain.

"Don't jump, be careful of falling!" said the mother.She looked at the old man and Zhongli, and smiled slightly apologetically.It's people who come to enjoy the scenery, and I don't know if it disturbs their cleanliness.

"Hey... look at this stone lion, is it good?" The father put his arm around the child's shoulders and called him to look at the stone lion on the bridge.

"It is said that Lord Yan carved this with his own hands! That's why it has been preserved for so long and looks so beautiful." The man held the child in his arms and let the child hold the handle of the umbrella.

"Where is this going on..." The old man who was closest to the Keqing of the Past Life Hall suddenly heard the Keqing whispering.

"Wow..." the child yelled, "Has Lord Yan ever done such a thing?"

"Yes." His parents answered him, leading him slowly down the bridge.

The old man and Ke Qing stood in the middle of the bridge.

"There are so many edited things in the world, and many things are not what they were before. Even the three-eyed guardian card is the same." Ke Qing said.

The old man didn't respond to this sentence, he suddenly said: "It's autumn, the river is so short, and it will almost stop flowing in winter."

"That's not true," Zhong Li denied, "When winter comes, this river will also have water, although very little."

"Oh!" The old man responded, and then asked a question, as if he was talking to himself, "The Guhua faction is actually excellent at both spears and swords, but for some reason, only this great sword has been handed down. , I didn't see that gun..."

"The name is Guhua faction, but the founder is not Guhua. Even if you can't find the other half of the guns, it's understandable," the old man said lightly, "It was created by those who have been kind to China in the past. .”

The old man with the big sword on his back straightened his back, even though the frontless sword was so heavy, he didn't bend down.

Zhong Li's eyes pushed from under their feet to the end of the bridge, and he said, "It's just like this bridge."

"The original nameless bridge had a sword mark on the bridge surface, so it was called a long mark. After a while, it was called a long hate instead."

The old man laughed instead: "It's very good, so it can be passed down and continued." He was answering what Ke Qing said just now.

At the end of the bridge is a boundary marker, with two characters written on it: Everlasting Hate.

They all say: long-lasting hatred, long-lasting hatred... an irreparable regret.

People passing by don't know that the bridge actually didn't have any name.

The old man said: "My regret in this life is probably that I can't revitalize the Guhua School, I can't let Guhua's unique learning continue, and I can't make the story of Guhua the Ranger go on. But what about you, Mr. Zhongli? Do you have any regrets?"

He turned to look at Ke Qing, Ke Qing asked him back with a smile: "Is the Gu Hua School that has lost its original appearance and been passed down like this the chivalry you want?"

The old man moved his eyes back to the river, stared at the stones under the river, and replied: "Originally, this great sword had no name, and later generations named it Yucai. Its first and last owner was Gu Xia Hua. It is said that he is a fairy. It is said that in the era when he lived, bandits in the mountains did not dare to move rashly, and the suburbs of Lisha were as lively as a market... In the end, he became a star amidst the brilliance and purple atmosphere. Neither do we I know if this story is true, and I don’t know if Gu Hua is an immortal. But this sword is here...it is here. Chivalry...is also the same as the contract that Prince Yan said, it exists in the heart justice."

The last head of the contemporary Guhua School asked softly, "Will such a chivalrous man, such an immortal, have any regrets...?"

Does a chivalrous person also have a long-lasting hatred?

He watched Zhong Li shake off the last mora in his purse, no more, no less, just enough to pay last night's rent.

Gu Hua watched the innkeeper put his hands together and pushed Mo La in front of him, he poked Zhong Li with his elbow, and whispered, "You don't have any money, do you?"

Gu Hua ate a bowl of pure "three bowls but not Hong Kong" Jiuniang Yuanzi last night, directly gave a sword to his former enemy, and even pestered Zhongli to take him in.When I woke up this morning, I was sluggish for a moment, almost annoyed myself to death.But he was in a good mood and returned to normal after a while.

Zhong Li nodded slowly.

"Then you took me in and invited me to dinner last night?" Gu Hua was taken aback for a moment.

They walked out of the inn, Zhongli answered him: "Liyue Qixing said you killed a troublesome dragon insect before, but didn't ask them for payment."

"It's not something on the reward list, what kind of reward do I want?" Gu Hua put his hands behind his head, and the big sword behind him was the nameless sword that slashed dragons, "It's just that when I met it, it wanted to eat people, so I just killed it. Besides, that's also about the Liyue Seven Stars, and it has nothing to do with you, Zhongli. Oh, oh... Could it be that your family is on that ship?"

"You are so stupid, you will starve to death one day, right?" You Xia regarded him as an aristocratic son who went out to experience martial arts. Clothes made of fabric, it seems that he doesn't understand the sufferings of the world, he must have read a few volumes of story books, and met the legendary "Gu Hua the Ranger", so he bit the bullet and took in the hero.What he rescued before was only a small fishing boat. With Zhongli's style, how could his family get on that kind of boat.

Zhongli touched Yugui with his hand and shook his head slowly.I don't know which one is negating.

It's a pity that Gu Hua walked fast, in front, and didn't see Zhongli's denial behind him.

He said to himself: "That's helpless, before you go home, hang out with me, big brother, I will be responsible for feeding you, um, and you can fight the sword with me to the end of the world!"

"Are you repaying your kindness? Or are you still drunk?" Zhongli asked suspiciously, "If it's just money, don't worry, just change it when you have it. Don't follow me. The higher ups can't get through with me."

"Oh...young master, why are you talking so loudly?" Gu Hua turned back and smiled at him, "You are not Lord Yan."

Zhong Li was speechless, neither shaking his head nor nodding.

The person in front continued: "You won't lose anything if you fight for justice with me! Am I, Gu Hua, the kind of person who gets help from others and leaves with a pat on the ass? Then I will definitely show you the world Lah, the first stop..."

Gu Hua stopped in front of the bun shop and said, "Let's have breakfast first."

In the end, the two of them each had a bun, oh... Gu Hua still carried two in his hand, which was the last money Gu Hua took out of his trouser pocket, and then came to a thatched house in the suburb of Lisha.

Gu Hua knocked on the door, and a child poked his head behind the door. Seeing that it was the hero of the day, he cheered.

"I'll give you something to eat, and your sister's share." He handed the bun over.

The child didn't eat it, thanked him first, then ran into the house quickly, calling his sister's name.

Gu Hua opened the door slightly for ventilation, and there was a smell of medicine in the room. He explained to Zhongli: "The child I rescued last time has no adults at home, so I often come to have a look. His sister is not in good health, and the smell of medicine is very strong. Nong, if you are not used to it, you can wait for me outside."

After he finished speaking, he got into the house.

Zhong Li stood there without moving. He looked up and saw that there was a swallow's nest under the eaves, which should have been built by swallows in spring.It is winter now, there are no swallows in it, and the nest is empty.

The man turned around again and looked around. Living in the suburbs of Lisha is a very dangerous thing. Monsters are rampant here, and the Qianyan Army will only clean up those monsters in a fixed route.He walked a few steps and touched a trace on a rock. The sword aura on it was very familiar, just like the one on Pingqiao that night.

After a while, Zhongli heard someone calling his name, and the voice was the owner of the sword energy.

A young man with a big sword ran over, shaking his face, and smiled: "Now is the time for us to act chivalrously. The first stop just now is not counted, but now is counted. Let's go, let's go to slay demons!"

"Why go?"

"Make money!" Gu Hua added, "The girl fell ill in winter and has been dragging on for a long time. We may need some money to buy medicine and see a doctor."

He suddenly approached, and said meanly: "It's okay if you're afraid, just hide behind me and watch my majesty."

This swordsman firmly believed that Zhongli must "have a hand", just because he jumped on Zhongli's shoulder last night, Zhongli's upper body did not move, so it can be seen that he is so safe as a rock.

Gu Hua led the way, chattering about the general area of ​​the monsters that Liyue came out in the morning, which he saw on the notice board, and which one he was planning to destroy.

The two of them walked one after the other, and after walking for a while, Zhongli stopped.

The swordsman heard the movement, so he also stopped, without looking back, asking what's the matter, should he take a rest.

As a result, I heard the people behind say: Don't be sad, it's not your fault that they couldn't save their parents.

The swordsman didn't answer him, nor did he turn his head.The autumn wind passed for a while, and it was a bit cool, and there was a sound like a wave blowing the wilderness in the suburbs of Lisha.He just said: "Let's go, we still have to kill the monsters. I remember the closest ones are the group of Qiuqiu people in the suburb of Lisha."

They walk and walk.

After more than ten minutes, Gu Hua cursed: "I regret taking you with me, you... how come you can hear other people's inner thoughts."

Cross the flat bridge and go all the way to a hillside.Looking down from the hillside, you can just see Liyue Port.There is a ginkgo tree on the slope with golden apricot leaves.A woman was sitting under the tree, and when she saw Ke Qing and the old man coming from a distance, she got up to greet them.

The old man knew her and called her, "Zhiruo, I haven't seen you for many years."

The woman in the apron was the waitress of "Three Bowls Don't Pass Hong Kong", but she said timidly: "Master..."

After chatting for a while, and asking how things are going, Zhiruo replied "very good", and glanced at Ke Qing when she replied, she has also met this guest Qing who travels to and from Liyue Port, and when she wanted to be scolded, has also been seen.

Zhong Li smiled and did not expose her lie.

In the end, the old man sighed: "It's my fault... The Guhua School has fallen to what it is now."

"No, it's not...it's us..." Zhiruo was a little flustered. As the senior sister of the Guhua Sect, she was actually the last to leave the sect.

I never thought that the ancient Hua School, which was so beautiful in the past, has become like this today.

Like her serving as a waitress, the younger brother is also eating tiger fish sold by Huyan.Life changed in an instant, and the roads under everyone's feet were scattered.

"It's okay, it's enough to know that you are okay. Don't let the past bind you, just face the new life." The old head said, and went down the mountain first.The past should be carried into the grave by those of us who are old.

"When I was leaving, Master, you said that you want me to live a good life..." Zhiruo murmured, "But I don't know if I am living a good life now." He closed his voice.

Zhongli asked her: "Do you still have any regrets in your heart?"

Zhiruo was in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

She remembered the Sea Lantern Festival in the past, when everyone in the master's sect was lighting up the lanterns, a senior brother from the same sect wanted to compete with her.The brother's goal is to be a chivalrous warrior, and he loves the sword like his life.The good sister who was traveling with her secretly poured water on the ground under the brother's feet, but the brother slipped and fell to the ground before he could draw the sword, and she also accidentally fell to the ground because of laughing too hard .There is no such scene of embarrassment and anger in the script, the brothers and sisters of Shimen are all gathered together, laughing together, what a warm scene.

But such a scene will never be seen again.

Gu Hua hacked and killed most of the monsters that Lishajiao could meet, but he was short of money.

He wiped the blood off the big sword with a smile and said, "It's really a hero who can't be defeated by three Mora".

Zhong Li followed him without making a move, watching him swing his sword, watching him save another lost adventurer.

"Why are you working so hard?" Zhongli asked.

A voice came from Yu Gui, who could hear people's hearts, and it was exactly the same as what the swordsman in front of him said: "The doctor said that children will not survive this winter without medicine. I think I still have to fight."

"Why don't you tell the doctor directly that you are Gu Hua?"

He wiped off the blood, took a breath and said: "If I said Gu Hua, he would definitely come to treat the sick and save people, and he would not even ask for my money. My name is not used for this. You may scold me and think that I am not Know how to be flexible. No, if I really can’t finish this thing, then I will definitely say it. But I can finish it now, it’s almost there, why should I give up?”

"I am Gu Hua, should doctors save people? This is not a moral kidnapping. I have saved many people, that's right, but I have saved so many people, should doctors help me? This is not the case. Yes. If he doesn’t help me, what will he do in the future if the doctor’s benevolent words are suppressed?”

He smiled: "Of course, to be honest, if I really can't do it, I will definitely say it. I will give him all the current money, and then ask him to write an IOU, and I will pay back the money as soon as possible of."

But Zhongli didn't scold him for being inflexible, nor did he say he was brainless.

The man in a black robe as solemn as a rock carefully read the swordsman's heart with the jade pendant.

Then the man said, "Okay. Like you still owe me money too."

Before Gu Hua muttered about debts, the man asked again: "Is it because of guilt that you worked so hard for someone you never knew? But it's not your fault that you didn't save anyone."

Gu Hua lifted the sword, turned the big sword behind his back, and asked, "Do you know what the child said to me in the room just now?"

"The child said, thank you, even if I can't save my sister, I will thank you. Thank you very much."

"He said, when I grow up, I want to be a hero like you, just like what my parents said. I also want to save more people."

The black-robed man was silent, looking at the tearful swordsman.Even though she has the sharpest sword energy in the world, her heart is so soft.

"Have you ever thought about going to the Emperor Yan Wang?" Zhong Li asked.

"I can't," the swordsman tried to wipe away his tears, "Yan Wangye is already very busy managing major affairs, so let us mortals handle the trivial matters. Otherwise, what are we heroes for...? Maybe I am I'm showing off, but I promised that child, this is our agreement."

"However, worshiping Lord Yan brings good fortune. I must be because I didn't pray before departure. That's the only thing missing. It's really a mistake." Gu Hua's mood gradually stabilized, and he shouted.

The man with golden eyes blinked, and said to the swordsman who hadn't finished wiping away his tears, "I have a way to make money fast, do you want to try it?"

Suddenly there was a trace of smoke and fire on this noble son, and he added to Gu Hua in a low voice: "I won't be caught by the Qianyan Army."

Gu Hua's eyes widened, and it was written all over his face: Who are you fooling!

"There is no weight outside the free matter. Those who cut the rain will rain, and those who stab the light will be bright."

"Moves like a dragon and a snake can't catch it, blue eyes are like swords, sideways eyes are like guns."

The old man was walking on the mountain road, and the direction he was walking was the former site of the ancient Huapai.What he said was the essence of Gu Hua's unique knowledge, the martial arts of both spears and swords, which used to be the place where Liyue knights flocked to.

As the old man said: the first was the Guhua Tuan, then the Guhuatang, and finally the current Guhua School.

A school that is slowly declining is like watching a tall building slowly collapse.No matter how brilliant it was once and how hard the people in it tried, it will also be defeated by time.

And those things that people can't keep can only be collected by eternity.

"I'm still chivalrous in my heart, but the Gu Hua faction is gone..."

"But I'm also relieved that in this world, chivalry never dies."

Ke Qing stepped forward and said: "I once asked a person, I asked him how to choose between righteousness and benevolence."

"He told me that there is a dilemma between benevolence and righteousness for all people in the world. For a knight, one must sacrifice benevolence for righteousness; but for another kind of person, one must forsake righteousness and choose benevolence."

"After I'm gone, please engrave on my monument, don't leave my name, and don't write about the past of the Guhua Sect," the old man said with a slight smile, "Just engrave..."

"Please read my chivalry from the corner."

The east wind thaws, the stinging insects start to vibrate, the fish bear the ice, and the spring of Liyue has arrived.

When Gu Hua found him, it was just when the sun was setting.Zhong Li was sitting in the old place drinking tea and listening to a book, just like when they parted last winter.The man's eyes lit half of the setting sun, a piece of red gold, and the red color in front of his eyes was like a line of the blazing sun of the glass moon setting in the west of the mountain.

"When I first met you, you smelled of alcohol. What's the matter? It's changed today, but it smells like blood." The man who put the teacup on the table still spoke so slowly.

It is rare to see a serious person make a joke, and the swordsman carrying the wine jar is elated.Thinking that the above was still talking, holding back his temper, he put the wine jar at the feet of the two of them, and said in a low voice: "The first jar of Yingchun wine in early spring. There are martial arts debates on the mountain every year. I didn't go there before. This year I will Just went for a while, I won, it’s amazing!”

The storyteller is telling the story of the fairy among the clouds, the fate of the fairy, and the treasure.

The swordsman didn't take it seriously, gave Zhongli a thumbs up, and whispered: "I don't believe in these bullshit stories, I only believe in you."

Zhong Li shook his head and snapped his thumb back.

The two started to walk towards Wanmin Hall, Gu Hua was still carrying the altar of wine.When the swordsman got up, the big sword behind his back caught the attention of many listeners.Some people were a little surprised, how could this black-robed gentleman who often came to listen to books have such a refined appearance, how could he still have such friends from the world.

After passing the storytelling place, Gu Hua said: "In the future, how many heavens can we people go to?