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When Lu Qingyu woke up the next day, the sky was only slightly bright, but Shu Baiyin had already finished tidying up, and he seemed to have stood in the courtyard for a long time, watching him hurriedly dressing and grooming, "Don't worry ,It's still early."

"Why did Mr. Shu wake up so early?" Lu Qingyu was a little ashamed.

"I'm old, I can't sleep." The mist and frost in the autumn morning soaked his clothes, and he smiled gently at Lu Qingyu, even his smile was filled with gentle and misty moisture, which made people feel far away .Looking at his frosty temples, Lu Qingyu felt an inexplicable sense of melancholy in her heart. This melancholy was like a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that she didn't drink when she was a child. No matter how much wine she drank later, she couldn't fill up that glass of wine.

Shu Baiyin packed up the yellow paper for candles and candles for worship, and said goodbye to the host who stayed overnight, and prepared to go up the mountain.

The autumn sun is sparse and cold, and the frosty wind is slightly cold. The mountain roads of Changxia Mountain are covered with fallen maple leaves, and everything is desolate.Changxia Mountain has become very depressed since the catastrophe ten years ago, and even the mountain people have moved away one after another.It was almost noon when the two climbed up the mountain. Lu Qingyu came here for the first time and didn't know the old site of Changxia Mountain, so he followed Shu Baiyin step by step. What does the tragedy in Changxia Mountain mean?

When the two got closer, Lu Qingyu suddenly saw a few people standing beside the tomb, the leader was a tall and thin man, with untied hair, described as emaciated, looked somewhat melancholy, slightly stooped Back, coughing a few times from time to time.The rest were probably followers, standing behind the young man respectfully.Hearing the movements of Lu Qingyu and Shu Baiyin, she looked over at them.

Seeing Shu Baiyin, the young man sighed softly: "It's you."

"Palace Master Zhou."

The young man saw Lu Qingyu next to him, smiled politely, and bowed his hands, "Zhou Yun is in Xiashifangfu, who is this young hero?"

Lu Qingyu hastily returned the gift: "Sword Tool Hall Lu Qingyu."

Lu Qingyu knew that Zhou Yun was the owner of Shifang Mansion.Shifang Mansion is in the business of buying and selling news, as long as they can afford it, they can buy any kind of news from Shifang Mansion.Anyone who walks the rivers and lakes will always have something to ask for them, so both black and white will respect Shifang Mansion three points.

"He is Fei Yin's disciple, and he met by chance when he came here." Shu Baiyin explained.

Zhou Yun is obviously not interested in Lu Qingyu, he only asked politely and then talked to Shu Baiyin: "I haven't seen you for many years, I didn't expect...you will come back here."

"There will probably be no chances in the future, so I still have to come back and have a look." Shu Baiyin looked at the surrounding tombs. It was obvious that someone often took care of them. They looked clean and tidy, and there were no weeds. "It seems You come here often."

"It's so lonely to be alone, and I always want to talk to Amin." The Amin he was talking about was Lu Min, a younger brother of Shu Baiyin. Sad, but the world is always impermanent, I never thought that he was the one who left first, but I dragged this crippled body to this day——Shu Baiyin, what about you? After all these years, have you found the answer? "

"I don't know." Shu Baiyin's light sigh was scattered in the autumn wind, "I don't know what you are obsessed with, whether it is you and Lu Min, or Fei Yin, or even Wen Yusheng. In the past, Master always said I am too stupid to know the world, but for so many years, I have traveled to many places and seen many people and things, but what I didn’t understand when I was young, I still don’t understand when I am old.”

Looking at Shu Baiyin's calm and cold face, Lu Qingyu suddenly felt that he was very far away. He was clearly standing beside him, but he seemed like a cloud in a distant mountain. He called softly, "Mr. Shu."

Zhou Yun suddenly laughed out loud, coughing so much that he almost passed out, the attendant behind him hastily took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out a few pills for him to eat, "You are still that Shu Baiyin, Hey, Shu Baiyin... If you weren't like this, maybe those things wouldn't have happened back then, Amin wouldn't have died, and everyone wouldn't have died," he pressed his chest and gasped, "Damn people wouldn't die Dead, I have no one to hate for so many years, so I can only hate you, countless people asked me what happened to Changxia Mountain ten years ago, I never said, let everyone misunderstand you..."

"There is nothing in the world that Shifangfu doesn't know about. If you hadn't covered up my whereabouts, how could I have been safe for the past ten years? Palace Master Zhou, thank you so much for all these years."

Lu Qingyu has heard that after Shu Baiyin disappeared, many people went to Shifang Mansion to try to buy Shu Baiyin with a lot of money, but all of them returned in vain, so it was rumored that Shu Baiyin might have disappeared. Dead news.According to Zhou Yunshi's words, what happened ten years ago really had other hidden meanings, but the teacher also sent someone to visit the Shifang Mansion back then, but she didn't ask anything.Lu Qingyu has always wanted to ask Shu Baiyin about the past, but he never found a suitable opportunity. Today, when he wanted to ask along the way up the mountain, he was inexplicably afraid to ask——Lu Qingyu was a little worried and panicked suddenly, He was suddenly a little afraid of the truth.

Zhou Yun breathed calmly, and his voice was like a silk, "What's wrong with you? Originally...you are the innocent person. Maybe Mr. Shu He is right, you are born with a sword heart, those ordinary things, To you, it is nothing but dust after all, and even if it gets on your body, it is nothing more than a burden."

"What are your plans in the future?" Zhou Yun asked.

"Chi Jingxi made an appointment with me for a sword competition at Guhongtai, Yuezhou on the tenth day of next month," Shu Baiyin looked down at his palm, "Maybe I have to go to Wendao Valley, I can't go to the appointment with such a body... ... Before then, I will probably go to the Sword Art Hall, and I should explain clearly to Fei Yin what happened back then."

Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, "Forget it, I don't have much time anyway, how can I care about you?" He signaled his followers to prepare their chariots and prepare to leave. Before leaving, he left Going in front of Lu Qingyu, he patted him on the shoulder, "Young Xia Lu, some people don't know love and moon all their lives, and the meaning of falling flowers will inevitably be spent in vain. Forcing is just hurting others and yourself. If you haven't fallen, get out earlier." He sighed, and the words behind him were inaudible, "I hope there will be no more Xie Feiyin in this world, let alone Wen Yusheng."

Shu Baiyin lit all the candles and yellow paper for worship. Lu Qingyu looked at the jumping flames and finally asked, "Mr. Shu, what happened to Changxia Mountain ten years ago?"